In the winter wonderland
I see land crisp and white
I listen to the angry wind
that howls so fierce and cold
and in the midst of all this magic,
I linger by the fireplace.

So comforting, our fireplace
it warms just enough of this wonderland
to have a little fun, and create magic
like a snowman, colored a chalky white
I wrap him up in a scarf, due to the cold
and upon his head I set a hat, for the wind.

It wails at our doors, the wind
but we have our fireplace
to protect us from the cold
and make us a wonderland
but outside the window, all is white
and there is our snowman, wielding magic.

It stays forever, magic
I listen for the wind
but all I hear is white-
sounds- and the roar of the fireplace
just a single piece of my wonderland
that is divested of the cold.

Outside the door, remains the cold
but it too has magic
its own beautiful wonderland
full of harsh winds
without any fireplace,
the land is invaded by white.

Frosty is that white
a glaze of ice so cold
the warmth has left the fireplace
but remains present, the magic
almost extinct due to wind
but it is still there, in my wonderland

It is my wonderland, quilted in white
no wind can lynch my world, in my domain there is no cold
I will always have my magic, wrapped up in front of my fireplace.