The snow is slowly falling down, falling down to me.
Its dark all around, but the pole of light keeps me safe.
its this magical time where sound, time and matter has stop.
im sitting, leaning to the pole of light.
feeling its warm light, in this world of cooldness.
but mix the light and dark, and you got magic.
Thus I shall run once again.
to spread the word of magic.
to spread the word of joy.
To Spread The Word Of Crismas.