I walked slowly across
your bed made of soft grains of sand...

Of all the arrows
aimed and shot from cupids bow...

Its been so long
since you breathed...

The name is Claus,,, Santa Claus
yes, all said, in a Roger Moore pause...

The planets and stars
along with the sun and moon...

You work alone-
Striving; constantly...

..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...

Fallen leaves frozen
crunch beneath my walking boots...

I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...

My heart had been kept
under wraps...

Boris under parliament
Request to spell out and...

A winter queen now owns the stage
the lock and chain, falls from her cage...