I Will Honor Christmas In My Heart,

The Last Trumpet Ever To Be Sounded Shall Blow Even Algebra To Wreck.

He Was Touched In The Cavity Where His Heart Should Have Been, In That Nest Of Addled Eggs, Where The Birds Of Heaven Would Have Lived If They Had Not Been Whistled Away, By The Fervour Of This Reproach.

Facts Alone Are Wanted In Life. Plant Nothing Else, And Root Out Everything Else.

Darkness Is Cheap, And Scrooge Liked It.

You Are In Every Line I Have Ever Read.