Drop by drop the magic potion
Creeps into our thoughts
From far away
Melting away our cares
Weaving its ancient spells
Tinsel, trees, baubles, lights
Turkey, pudding, sweets, gifts
A river of life pours into a winter wasteland
Grim faces soften under its illusions
As we remember how we were
How we want to be
The promise of paradise
Descends into our tarnished world
And briefly, briefly we fly
On the wings of hope
Childhood restored to its throne
The grey men in grey suits cast down
Imagination takes over and the battle is suspended
Dreams of Christmas past renewed in Christmas present
Life relaxes its relentless march
Progress is stilled
Christmas is here
We have arrived
Hovering so gently
The promise is delivered
Another Christmas
Restores us as we remember
The story of salvation
And love.
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