Deck these temperd halls

Wake up fair child! Listen! To the snow, falling stars all a gleam.

Trials of Christ pave such glory beside a green and red woven stream.

Bells! and carols deck such tempered halls. Through corridors guarded by lovers quarrel.

Christmas lists fulfilled by mistletoe kisses, empty hearts now Bursting full!

A year of lives, memories, friends, most highly a present without a bow. Love. Ribbons of joy wrapped in a mix.

This is the month my dear child, to listen to the snow that layeth upon your face, and to say goodbye to year two thousand six.