The harp and lute sing in duet:
filling the air with songs of peace.
Audience can't help but to sigh, so deep;
as the voices of heaven
descend the earth.
The flute has whispered
to the autumn breeze-
the carols of winter,
and yuletide greets;
children read the notes of mirth
as they await
the birth of hope.
Indeed, a symphony has now commenced,
among the angels and chapel bells;
and yet the child, in his corner, dreams:
swaddled in humble tattered piece.