Amid a winter storm, you came. My child, an angel of the frozen flame.
You were winter’s gentle sigh beneath the snowy sky.
Ever to teach, protect, and nurture you, my dear, to guide you with love sincere.
My babe winter-born, with a spirit like a winter storm!
Heaven replaced burdens and fears we bore, with songs more beautiful than tears before.
You grew as delicate as frosted lace across the window face.
Together, a family complete, and now grown, family again grows, miracles sweet.
They shine like icicles that gleam in a winter’s dream.
Our hearts, even a distance apart, intertwine, no winter storm can divide our bond divine.
My babe winter-born, you are the winter storm!

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