In winter's chill, young Jane did weep, For her bright red ball lost, in the snow so deep. Through frosty woods, her laughter went unbound, As Santa, kind and wise, heard the sound. In his sleigh of silver, 'neath stars that gleam, He found her lost joy like a distant dream. The bells will chime on year's final night, When Santa delivers her heart's delight. Come New Year's Eve, with snowflakes that twirl, A ball returned to a grateful girl. With wonder and warmth, the world will attest, That magic lives where kindness finds rest.