Hung are the stockings filled with crisp air,
Love is what’s asked for while
we do dare,
Sparkling are lights over chimney with care,
For sparks of compassion we need for the bare,
Reindeers shall ride in the sky in the night,
While droids are fanatically filming your lair,
As Santa is truth to innocent eyes,
As politics are make-believe to the littlest why’s…..