DOTLAN EveMaps

u'The Goose is Cooked

Through December fog and Winter\u2019s bite,
The Miser bolts his door tonight.
He draws the heavy curtains \u2018round,
And silences the festive sound.
He thinks his warmth is his alone,
Frozen within a heart of stone.

But we, the Heralds of the Grate,
Are watching whilst the hour is late.
For \u2018tis a sin against the Year,
To dam the flow of Christmas Cheer;
To keep the Pudding on the shelf,
And feast upon it by oneself.

We tread the high and frozen slate,
To intervene\u2014before \'tis late.
We calculate the heavy cost,
Of kindness hidden, kindness lost.
We are the friends you did not call,
To help the ripest apple fall.'