Ring-a-ling Hear Them Ring

On a night made sacred with the silent whisper of the wind
A solitary star burns bright - hope up the velvet sky
Pregnant with wisdom of matters earthly transpire
While Magis three from the East traverse
Deserts and bandits on the way to true glory
Shepherds and royalties pay homage to poverty
Kings they were not, wise men guided by constellations

In the city, folks follow the star that leads to the mall
With Christmas jingles that hold everyone in thrall

Silver cards, cold cash, no gold and frankincense here

Just the Yuletide air of December in mid-October
Commerce and mirth instead of providence and myrrh
Pumpkins and goblins mingling with turkeys and carolers

In a free-for-all of ancient and current, sacrosanct and sacrilegious

So goes the story many times told
Of men and women for reasons so old