One .... two .... three .... four ....
Midnight knocking at our door.
A tall dark stranger waits outside
Turning away, his face to hide.
A lump of coal in one black hand -
What does it mean? Why does he stand
Holding his other hand out to us all
As we welcome him into the midnight hall?
Goodbye to the old year, good luck in the new,
'Come in, dear friend, peace be with you.'