T'was the night before Candlefest,

And all through the town,

The night was still, quiet,

Even the taverns were shut down.

The nobles were snuggled,

All warm in their homes,

Their chimney billowed smoke,

Not a peep, or a groan.

The maze was dark and empty,

Cold and without light,

The streets were barren,

On this cold, Candlefest night.

A man rode the streets,

In his hand a filled flagon,

His other hand held,

The reins to his wagon.

The back was all filled,

With sacks and some clothes

That jossled and shook,

As his song slowly rose.

"I've come to keep merry,

The town that sleeps tight,

The rich and the poor,

Are all equal this night.

For never forget,

That the monsters grow near,

And if we all stick together,

Once more will there be cheer."

And with that he started,

To get straight to work,

By tugging the reins,

The wagon stopped with a jerk.

Invisible people,

All began to carry,

The many sacks and gifts,

While whistling Merry.

They brought them to houses,

They brought them to hovels,

The left them for Nobles,

And to those who would grovel.

Not a house was missed,

Not a child without,

Tomorrow will be wonder,

No room for a pout.

Toys and clothes,

And sweets were gifted,

All in good hopes,

That spirits would be lifted.

And when he was finished,

The streets all fell still,

On his wagon he climbed,

While the night set it's chill.

Though many were sleeping,

As he drove out of sight,

Praying all a peaceful Candlefest,

And for all to sleep tight.