Wizards in Winter

And so it was in front of this hotel

Our angel did finally arrive

And standing at one corner was a young man

Who caught the angel’s eye

He had a small group of children

Gathered round him there

Who all were quietly listening

Which for children is quite rare

He was telling them christmas tales

And each one brought more children near

Where they nestled round him on those steps

So each word they could clearly hear

He then told them a christmas story

About how all men are brothers

And when that story had ended

The children clamored for another

“where does christmas go

When its day is through?

Where does christmas go,” they asked,

“and what does christmas do?”

Now children have such simple requests

Their wishes are so small

That the young man saw no reason why

He could not grant them all

They liked his stories so much

They begged him not to let it end

So he told them about the wizards of winter

Whose winter ball they must attend

How these wizards decorated their whole world

With icicles, frost and snow

And how with the dreams of this night beneath it

It all would magically start to glow

And the snow seemed to obey the young man’s every gesture

In the cold December’s air

And as for the wizards’ imperial ball

Well, they were already there

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