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…
Magical light are we, Shining night upon thee, Binding moonlight to me….
