Winter Wonderland Quotes

“The world outside the windows was a wonderland of white and ice and pale blue winter birds with wings that turned to frosted lilac when they flew.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Meet Me In Toyland by Stewart Stafford

Santa handed me the keys to Toyland,
And, placing them squarely in the palm of my hand,
He bid me go and have lots of fun,
With all kinds of everyone.

I skipped across the gingerbread bridge,
Yuletide coffee flowing down from the ridge,
To a Christmas tree consisting of mint,
Lit all around by falling star glint.

At the frosting gates of Castle St Nicholas,
Silver snake tinsel began to hiss,
As polar bears to a clockwork orchestra danced,
With elves as their partners gleefully entranced.

Multitudes of children whooped and cheered,
Forgetting all their doubts and fears,
Celebrating their gifts of toys,
With every kind of girl and boy.

Alas, our midwinter joy came to an end,
And I tearfully bid adieu to all my new friends,
And took a shooting star comet home,
Across the Northern Lights in the sky’s dome.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I am looking out of my window where thick snowflakes are swirling, like out of a picture book. I imagine catching one of the flakes with my tongue, as I did when I was a child – to melt away on it. Soon everything is covered in white and bundled up. The snow muffles the noise, makes the world more comfortable and covers all worries with its whiteness. The shapes are getting softer and the land is becoming something magical. The surrounding is transformed into a dreamscape full of bizarre forms that generate friendliness among strangers. Here a smile, there a good word and the world enchanted.”
― Anna Asche

“Old Friend, New Adventure by Stewart Stafford

Snow crept down, surprising,
Before the sun strolled, rising.
Monochrome in palatial white,
Teeth chattering in moonlight.

Overnight, all became frozen.
A cloud nine expedition chosen.
This boy came flying out of doors,
As a cat sprang with cold paws.

A man shadowed me in the dark.
As I sculpted him in the park,
Rolling a snowball until it grew,
And a snowman stood, born anew.

With a carrot nose and coal eyes,
Gazing at me through rictus guise,
This bright curve in an unlit sky
A silent friend to thaw the lies.

Then fleeing back inside,
To hot chocolate by the fireside,
Numb, red hands slowly came alive,
The joy of life, awoke and arrived.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The lady replied in a voice holding all the magic of the winter solstice. Her voice drew him in, chiming softly in the wind.”
― Suzy Davies, The Snow Queen