cNutgroist

Another David Bowie winter-warmer, with thanks to ginsterlad for the first verse:

I meet mein host at the old schloss inn
The snow capped hills that cleanse my sin
I unpack my best suit and ski into town
Meet her at the après-ski in her new silk gown

She's a snowcat, cool and dusky
We start up the sleigh and whip up the husky
The bells of st stanislav render my soul
A shower of reindeer fly us to the pole

We dock at the station, research into snow
Find tracks to our memories and fears below
Holed up in a cabin, fur coats and a fire
Bevilled in crystal and finest sapphire


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