My red hat, striking and warm,

Echoes across the mountains, winter is born,

My piercing stare into the distance,

Christmas nostalgia, where memories fight their existence

Wrapped up and prepared for what lies ahead,

Will it be excitement, will it be dread,

My first childhood home, is it a just a shell?

Where I used to play, where I used to dwell,

So here I am now facing my hometown,

In my emotions, I’m trying not to drown,

As I take just one step to my past, one at a time,

The Alps would be an easier climb

That Christmas day I’d never forget,

When I was ten, I’d always carry regret,

Memories flood back during each tread on my path,

Who was I? bells ring, my name, I knew was Kat…