i've experianced this...

something
changes
as the snow falls
there is a
silence
that
never can
be heard
any other
time
and to
add this
is christmastime
i wonder
what
happens
to the earth
on snowy evenings...
everything
becomes
so inviting
so alive
within the dead
the silence
is so loud
all of the
other sounds
disappear
to watch
the snow
fall...

-STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING-
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-- Robert Frost