So it all went down
One Christmas night
The moon was out
And the stars shone bright.
The little toddler was on his feet
Danced merrily in the street
Finding foothold was hard at first
But learning the dance slacked his thirst.
White, white snow
And the motivation came
Free of all shame.
Appearing now in the street light’s gloom
The toddler had left his mother’s womb
To set out on a journey free and far
And said to himself: You are who you are.