Dreaming of a White Christmas
Between the ancient roots of an old oak tree
Nestled in a bed of moss and copper-coloured leaves
Lays a little hedgehog as snuggled warm as can be
The cold winter wind whistles as he softly sleeps
As the inky midnight sky twinkles with a thousand stars
Silver frost creeps silently over the fields and hedgerows
The frosty moon hangs quietly watching from afar
Soundly asleep he twitches his feet and tiny nose
He is dreaming of a magically white Christmas
A joyful day of feasting to be enjoyed by all
The majestic barn owl glides silently past overhead
As little hedgehog sleeps on delicate snowflakes being to fall..
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