It's a time of year
To think of love and sharing
For everyone to cherish
For friends and family you have time
And wish them all
A wonderful Logosmas

We make trolls in the snow,
Toboggan down the row
Roast chestnuts on a fire
And take away chills with rum
Stab with candy canes,
And kiss under mistletoe.
You know, it's that time.

Seasons come and go,
And yearly we make memories,
Of joys of Logosmas
Looking forward to the next one,
Missing family passed,
Welcoming new family in
And suddenly it starts to snow
And we're all young again,
You know, it's that time.

The drunk one will be coming,
No, not your uncle. Ironbeard!
With lots of sigils and vials,
Inks for runies and gold for merchants
All eyes sparkling like stars in the skies
And for this, I wish, Merry Logosmas


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 643 AF.