Now Santa shakes his horse head

How frightened! like a half dead


On two knees by the mirror

his third eye twinkles : Error!


For kisses Santa's heart bled

while elf lips painted head red


Our carousel comes late, late

since skating like this eight : 8


For every round a new face

Some sister also joined race


Through ice flames, small but well fed,

well, elvens nicely mislead



our Santa on Saturn's so heavy sharp blades

to capture next magic light Jupiter phase