Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring

The yuletide parents primp and procure
All to see the magic they once lost
Reappearing in the eyes of their little ones

That you there, shy of Kringle's magic bag
Where you can pull out whatever you need?
As the sack brims endless joys and toys
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-kid of yours
Lose trust in your alliance, let faith be your science

Be touched today
Let go the flatulence of doubt
For an unborn and dynamic spontaneousness,
The 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 a certainty to Edith,
Individually, they choose their fate on the fat man's lap
Go now to a small child if you want this clarified:
Santa's bag holds endless gifts.