Christmas stands at the door,
And knocks,
One time, twice, three,
Waits to hear us answer,
Decides if there will be more,
Father Christmas,
Is He a figure clothed in red?
Red robes & fur & a cloak up to his chin,
Or in white, or purple like a king?
Father Winter in Russia,
Saint Nicholas in some...
Is standing, outside,
Will we let Him in?
Or with cold hearts...
Will we let Him knock,
Until a meaning can be found
For the question,
"Will you let me in?"
Into our hearts...
The Spirit of Christmas
Comes,
When with childlike joy...
We embrace Him.