It’s Mr. Claus

Lightly do we make reference,

For occasion of esteem and reverence,

In a short while we commence

The season that calls for a conference.

Upon that inevitable eve

May we heave a sigh of relieve

To make those discouraged believe

There is need for that celebration, as we conceive.

Children look through the window

For to see Mr. Claus

Now is time to observe from the meadow

But, don’t take my statement for a clause

It’s just Mr. Claus.

The eve seems to hold back its morning,

Despite the birds humming,

Finally it breaks loose

Oh morning;

Dawn with its charm

And done for without harm

Oh Xma, oh Xmas

It’s Christmas again.