The church bells ring,
the tree is filled,
with globes and bulbs,
that shine so bright!
What time is it?
It's Christmas Eve,
which is the horse, of the year?,
it's the winter horse!
He's gay,
he's bright,
he is like the moon,
that chases the sun,
so wild,
snow white,
a shade of white,
a spark of life.
So tall,
so strong,
and so spoilt,
by the caring of love.
Yet so mild,
as a child,
a heart that glows,
like the fire of sunrise....