Footprints in the snow

Tell me stories about footprints in the snow, tell me about happy endings and tracks leading home. Many are waiting but noone comes along, nobody‘s making a move but they all feel alone. On this Holy Night when the star falls I feel warmth inside as if I am told that these million starflakes stand for a million wishes for love and wonder, and it‘s true that there‘s someone waiting for you. Some may walk slowly, others can‘t seem to wait and a shooting star falls right where two of them meet, where they meet.