Well the evening was pulled together
Darkness fell as soft as a feather
Then the fairies of the season appeared
Upon the snow covered homes, with roofs tiered
They flitted up to the stars high above
And painted acrostics in them with love
"Jolliness always meet you here"
"Over the rainbow, is rather near"
"You are the weaver of your dreams"
They brushed in light with stars for seams
At last it was true for each girl and boy
The night sky was lit with joy