Send a little sunshine to your heart
Even as the gloomy days return.
A holiday's the work of will and art,
Sweet gift of time one nonetheless must earn.
Old memories and new combine to give
No little charm to your anticipation,
Singing of the love it takes to live
Gracefully, the light of all relation.
Reason sees the reason for the rite,
Even though the myth is mystical;
Even though a rational being might
Take exception to the miracle.
In full embrace of what the story means,
Not for what it says, but what it dreams,
Give voice to joy, and sing the festive song
Sung with such pure pleasure for so long.