Cannot beat a good winter wedding, with more goose pimples than confetti.

The bells rang out in peals of joyous lay
as with his bride on this their wedding day
they did walk the gauntlet of confetti thrown,
by family and friends and guests unknown
a happy day though chilled this wintertime
when bough with hoar and grass with rime
did add to this memorialed day of unioned bliss
when lives became one, he to hers and she to his.
In carriage old pulled by white horses four
his bride did cast high from emblemed door
her bouquet of flowers, towards future brides
who one day to walk with beaus at their sides
under arched roof built during Merlin's time
when bough with hoar and grass with rime
will add to their day of memorialed bliss
when lives become one, he to hers and she to his