Wishful prayers swirl in mini cyclones of a thousand whispers

Chanting whimsical wishes through the willows of the winds

Soft as billows… flakes float… silent as a thousand secrets . . . blanketing the earth in glistening angelic fluff

A child’s desire soars through the sands of time . . . tickling the north pole

Fairy dust descending here and there

Dreams of fantastical magic, enchant little ones’ heads, dancing and prancing

I’ve been good this year Santa! Writes a million and one

And so chuckles the man adorned in Christmas hues as he checks the naughty and nice list and fills stockings by candle