• Underneath wings,
    light falls upon
    Delicately wrapped things
    in different colors and joy
    Do you hear the songs?
    About gods and toys.

    Feasts upon feasts,
    will make us full in the long run,
    some cousins become beasts,
    and devour hungrily at plates
    that aren't even theirs'

    Small children laugh and cry,
    that santa isn't there on time,
    while the older are annoyed,
    that they can't kiss that special girl or boy
    under the mistletoe, where romantics wait
    for someone knew to prey

    The rustic smell of a tree stands out the most,
    over the fragrance of pies and cookies,
    for underneath spies love in colored boxes
    and taped presents, wrapped by rookies.