They say that Christmas is a time for cheer,
For mirth and jest with all those you hold dear,
But who is this they and what do they know?
Do they not sense what comes with the snows?
Because twinkling lights, kind gifts and trees,
Are not the only things the learned will see,
When the nights grow long, and the days turn cold,
Out they come creeping, cruel, cunning and olde.