By Darkness controlled black night of the soul
No big Christmas Gifts could be the reply
To the question sole of our own heart's hole
No pleasant moment of christmassy scent
With cinnamon smell makes everything well
All the money spent on food in Advent
Can't disguise Night's Hell nor break the Dark Spell
The Holiday cheer won't last for the year
No old tradition or celebration
Can with music mere mute all of our fears
But first Christmas Night transformed creation:
Bristling with morning, night so full of dawn
Joy for the mourning bringing hope for us all