Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls

And in the gentle caress of sleep
It brings a world to life
That lifts the stubborn blanket of snow
Lodged in our year-struck eyes

To show beyond the place of self
Lies a joy beyond measure —
An exchange without cause or clause
That begets unbridled pleasure

Then it matters not how weary the road
How blistery the soles of day become
We shall always find the shade of friends
Even when on our lonesome

Because —

Out of the night that curls around
Glittering from pole to pole
A sleigh of dreams shimmies about
The contours of our souls

And in the gentle caress of sleep
It weaves old tales with new
A realm of possibilities
We knew not could be true

To show beyond the place of self
Lies a vision of tomorrow —
A free fall into novelty
Past year-stale joys and sorrows

Then it matters not dawn streaks
The inward eye with reddish gold
The dreams herald a future
That is ours to have and to hold