The yuletide parents primp and procure
All to see the magic once lost
Reappearing in the eyes of their little ones
Hey, you there, shy of Kringle's magic bag
Where you can pull out whatever you need?
The sack brims endless joys and toys
Where you may make the most feared of choices, fulfillment
Endlessly batted like a kitten's plaything
Wanting to step out of the helplessness,
Procure the compass which points to goodness long dismissed
Grasp something quick from that barn-born kid of yours
Lose trust in your alliance, let intuition be your science
Be touched today
Trade the stink of doubt
For an unborn and dynamic spontaneousness,
Thus is born source and the joy of man's desiring
Who knew the lion and the lamb were destined to be buds?
An impossibility for Bill is but certainty for Edith,
Individually, they choose their fate on the fat man's lap
Go now to a small child if you want this to be clear,
Santa's bag holds endless gifts.
All to see the magic once lost
Reappearing in the eyes of their little ones
Hey, you there, shy of Kringle's magic bag
Where you can pull out whatever you need?
The sack brims endless joys and toys
Where you may make the most feared of choices, fulfillment
Endlessly batted like a kitten's plaything
Wanting to step out of the helplessness,
Procure the compass which points to goodness long dismissed
Grasp something quick from that barn-born kid of yours
Lose trust in your alliance, let intuition be your science
Be touched today
Trade the stink of doubt
For an unborn and dynamic spontaneousness,
Thus is born source and the joy of man's desiring
Who knew the lion and the lamb were destined to be buds?
An impossibility for Bill is but certainty for Edith,
Individually, they choose their fate on the fat man's lap
Go now to a small child if you want this to be clear,
Santa's bag holds endless gifts.