Jack Frost's Cold Waffles

Now gather in close by the hearth so wide
For a tale of Jack Frost and his frosty pride
While the world eats breakfast by Christmas light
He wanders the snow through the silent night

He peers through windows, heart full of ache
At waffles warm on the plates they make
He reaches out — the air turns blue
Each bite he dreams of freezes too

Oh, waffles warm and golden sweet
He'll never taste your maple heat
So he breathes the cold across the land
Freezin' joy with his icy hand
Oh, waffles warm, he wants them still
So winter comes at his jealous will

He once stole a waffle from Santa's tray
But it cracked like glass and blew away
He tried to smile through the shimmered flakes
But his breath was snow and his heart would ache

Now every December, his whisper flies
A chill in the eaves and the children's sighs
He freezes the dawn, paints windows white
All 'cause he longs for a waffle bite

Oh, waffles warm and golden sweet
He'll never taste your maple heat
So he breathes the cold across the land
Freezin' joy with his icy hand
Oh, waffles warm, he wants them still
So winter comes at his jealous will

But some still say on Christmas morn
When the brightest frost is born
If you leave a waffle by window's glow
Jack's heart may thaw beneath the snow

Oh, waffles warm and golden sweet
He'll never taste your maple heat
Yet each new year he tries again
To feel the warmth through the winter wind
Oh, waffles warm — the reason why
Jack Frost still chills the Christmas sky