A Feathery Blanket in My Pocket

O Ye Merry.. Ye Christmassy soul
Like a feathery blanket in my pocket
To keep and hold.. Even when I grow old..

"Soft" is to believe in.. So good to me..
As the vanilla fields ~ Stars Trod..
Tis thee that bring the light into dark...

Late at night when I touch..
Thy whispering hills.. Thy season..
~ Becomes my gift for living..

O Ye Merry.. Ye Christmassy soul..
Of ladies care and sweet cherry comfort..
In my pocket ~ Let me keep..To hold..