Into the Magic Of Christmas

Live ye must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give,
Form the cruelty Ι once took about, To keep unwelcome feelings out,
Bind fast the spell every time, Let the words be spoke in rhyme,
Power shared is power lost. no one can pay the cost,
Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little.. listen too much,
When the wind begins to turn, Soon the longing fires will burn,
When ye have and hold a need, never fit on others greed,
With a fool no seasons spend, or be counted even as his friend. 
Six months we shall wait to go, burn them quick or burn them slow, 
What you seek for shall be found, in sea or sky or solid ground,  
Pray to the god when life is round, Luck with you shall then abound, 
Bide the hope ye must, with perfect love and perfect trust,