Here we are in our frames of mind
Wishing to greet our friends in kind
It would appear that Santa came and went last night
As the moon through the rain guided his flight
Although we have no lights or tree
Santa put some warm happy thoughts in me
No new coal or presents can we view in sight
But as each eye opened to the sun’s soft light
I felt thankful for the gift of my family and friends
And the sublime gift that never ends
