Welcome singing saw wielding troubadours,
Brighten the cold December air with tunes
So merry, so haunting.
Circled round, we press close for stories
Sung by a jovial jester in Christmas sweater,
So sweet, so strange.
"Grandfather in polar bear costume, his cigar
Puffs forth a blue plume," herald of train cake,
So long, so past.
Mosley dog eyes Julian and company, ears
Tucked somberly during Silent Night for saws
So calm, so bright.
