Realisation in a grown-up, to a child a toy

Kindness to the distressed -- a glimmer of hope

A little sympathy from the sinner or the pope

For Christmas knows no sinner nor saint

Christmas is colourless, devoid of paint

Christmas is a gift having neither touch nor smell

Christmas is beyond the measures of heaven or hell

Within everyone of us is where Christmas lies

In the heart of each soul is where it abides

Forever chiming sweet music, as if to say

Peace to all, it's Christmas Day.