Adorn our lives else trite
With sparklers that motley skies
As soaring spirits of powder wander
Let us thank the heavenly might,
In this festive season of lights.
Feathery flakes are falling, falling from the skies in the softest way, And between are voices calling, Soon it will be Christmas day!
Adorn Our Lives Else Trite
With Sparklers That Motley Skies
As Soaring Spirits Of Powder Wander
Let Us Thank The Heavenly Might,
In This Festive Season Of Lights.