The Poet Priestess

Santa is the Spirit of Winter
With eyes of blue ice,
Beard of white snow,
And a voice that is heard
When the bitter winds blow
Santa is the Spirit of Joy
Dressed in the warm reds
Of a new born sun
The colour of love,
Of hearth and of home
Santa is the Spirit of Winter
A being of seasons
With blessings bestowed
To each and every heart
That grants him a home
Santa is the Spirit of Joy
Remembered each winter
As we all raise our eyes
And listen like children
For his bells in the skies.