Christmas Theives

Once a year, every year,
to the world a sort of cheer,
newest joy and freshest glee
that ourselves provide.
Yes ourselves, a debt to pay,
to the deer and to the sleigh.
Round the world in a single night,
providing their delight.

Round yon virgin, sweet mom and kid,
who knew what fun that sleigh had hid,
at the cost of Saint Nick and Christmas Day.

Jingle bells dimming and carols unsung;
the snow is thinning under the sun.
Back to the workshop and leave the light on. There is more to be done.

Round the clock and hour by hour,
wrapping gifts with sweet and sour
candy for the stocking tops.
Someone let us stop.

Making toys for girls and boys,
moms and dads with lying poise,
ornaments that can't be dropped,
someone let us stop...