The Christmas Star, The Northern Lights. 

This magic makes the yuletide bright. 

The North Pole learned, so long ago 

How to harness this splendid nightly glow. 

But something has happened to these ageless icons, 

A devious ploy, arranged by evil’s scion. 

For it seems, dear children, The Star has gone missing,

And with it, the hope and dreams of our wishing. 

Who can help us? Christmas is near! 

Who will save this season of holiday cheer?
Will it be him, the lone redeemed soul? 

Or the one with a friend born out of coal? 

Will it be she who holds the Yuletide of old? 

Or the pragmatic mind, set to never be bold? 

Or perhaps the toy, filled with Christmas light? 

Hear their words ring and make the shadows take flight. 

‘We few stand between kin and the harsh cold night, 

A merry Christmas for all, and for all, we fight!’