In the weatherproof panes The reflected room Stands like a ruined temple amid the snow The glowing plastic Christ In the yard across the way Blazes in the chest of your ghost A child is shivering in the cold We must bring him silver and gold Stumble out from the stifling heat of the house The wind nearly knocks you to your knees It picks up with a frenzied intensity Rips the breath from your lips Your heart skips a beat Demanding recompense or something A child is shivering in the cold We must bring him silver and gold A child is shivering in the cold We must bring him silver and gold A child is shivering in the cold