In the land of Aniralia, the snowflakes flutter
With not but one hint as to where each of them may gather.
For the streets are all barren, the people preferring warm hearths
As overwhelming danger and terror frightened their hearts.
But a fleck of white, of feathered light-blue
crashed into where the snowflakes were due!
Billowing snow, breaking the angel's fall
As he brushed it off and bravely stood tall.
He saw the misery, the gloom, the fear in the air
Enough to send a ghostly, dreadful chill through his hair.
And he thought, what good is living in a state so poor
Especially with the holidays right at our door?
And with a brandish of spear, a beat of his wing,
He chose to show the country what he had to bring.
Something that would break this miserable grim wall:
A promise of joy, of grand, merry times for all!
With not but one hint as to where each of them may gather.
For the streets are all barren, the people preferring warm hearths
As overwhelming danger and terror frightened their hearts.
But a fleck of white, of feathered light-blue
crashed into where the snowflakes were due!
Billowing snow, breaking the angel's fall
As he brushed it off and bravely stood tall.
He saw the misery, the gloom, the fear in the air
Enough to send a ghostly, dreadful chill through his hair.
And he thought, what good is living in a state so poor
Especially with the holidays right at our door?
And with a brandish of spear, a beat of his wing,
He chose to show the country what he had to bring.
Something that would break this miserable grim wall:
A promise of joy, of grand, merry times for all!