An exquisite lounge in the nature's lap when winter has its tale to tell; The splitting frost cast its spell on the window panes, obscuring the outer visible world, making the nights strange and the days odd. The freezing of the air I dote on, the snowy evenings when people round themselves beside havens, busy placing the fire oven coals, cursing the severeness of the cold, I take to the brim of its essence. When the Earth sleeps to its fullest, abandoning the usual realm of life, freezing nights plagued by pin drop silence embarks upon every fellow pedestrians; When roads need to be shovelled to get rid of the unbidden snow, I walk with ease imbibing in myself the darting coldness of the merciless months. When birds forget to sing with their rattled throats, when the youthfulness of love seems to be faded, when the fragrant air fails to take its stand, a perspective of barrenness runs unframed imposing sterility yet the beauty of the nature's attire bestows upon its worshippers a poetic diction. When snow covered tree tops impedes the hustling movement of leaves as if the beauty of the nature's facade is intimidated by the unforeseen alteration of the seasonal etiquette. When the peril fog lends anonymity to a proud stately walk, when men with Ulster seems strange figures in the murkiness of the night, when graves of men exhibits the white decorum of silence. When icy winds of the far north makes their intolerable gestures, when cold waves render their embarrassing suites at night, when grasslands of the upper slopes resembles frosty fields of vivid white, winter impels its relentless touch. When at evenings snowflakes lure the broad avenues, the heat from the grinning Sun warms and pampers the mortal body, when the sky at daytime bespeak the impeccable beauty of the echoing blue, winter narrates its copious nature. When a bottle of exorbitant Caribbean rum find its place on the evening table accompanied by Russian horse bacons or when at noons a dish of apple pie cake studded with cherries becomes a real delight, when bedtime spooky stories or some great novels are a suitable match alongside fires, lying over cozy armchairs, winter reveals its utter opulence. Camping at a far flung forest glade with bonfire to flare up the untamed passion, provoking ardour for well stuffed sausages with premium glasses of Armenian brandy to beat down the sensuous cold. When Christmas has its bells ringing,welcomes the birth of baby Jesus whose divinity aggrandize every individual soul, makes life a real blessing, weeding out insanity and artifices,winter owes its unique festivity mood.