It never snows on Christmas anymore.

Not like it did when I was just a boy—

Not in the South to chill one to the core—

Not for the little children to enjoy.

I know there must be places it still snows.

I’ve heard a tale of it a time or two.

I see it on the news—it must be so.

But where I know not, nor, know I, the ruse.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas time without

A chilly breeze outdoors with all the loons.

But still, it must be Christmas, dare I doubt,

For there are children here, all singing tunes.

It never snows on Christmas anymore.

Nor will it soon again, for us to know

White Christmases are banished evermore.

Now winters come and go without a snow.