It was nearing the New Year
Logosmas stockings were all here
I looked in my two and what did I see
But a bunch of herbs and goodies

Yet the greatest gifts of all
I was not to find
My heart had to hear a call
My soul an awakening kind

Then to my ears
And to my life
The greatest gifts appeared
When my heart was wrecked with strife

Goodies are but fleeting
They pass along the winds
They to your heart are not entreating
They go as soon as they are sent

Friends come into your life
Like a storm in the distance
The make joy all that was strife
They find in barriers no resistance

They enter your life with a rum or a wave
They soothe a turmoil mind
Tis your soul that they save
With only your cheer to find

This New Year, Hail 700 that it be
Let us take out a moment or two
To cherish of our friends their memory
For when you are angry or you are blue
They constantly are there
They will always care


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Scarlatan, in the year 700 AF.