King Winter, the embodiment of the Christmas Spirit, leaves his palace of snow to bring winter to the land and reward obedient children with holiday sweets.
The sky is dull and grey, Piercing and chill the blast, Each step resounds on the frosty ground, Winter is come at last.
Mamma sits by the fire Her little ones round her knees. "How cosy we are, Mamma," they cry, "Tell us something, if you please."