As I stood guard on my night watch, And weariness of the night watch Weighs on my loins and my body has become drowsy; And my alertness draws out the fetter to The breaking point of desolation on this drudge I heard the Cock Crow of the New Daw
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here