Center of the festivities; eye of this bustling storm,
Here alone there is peace, calm, and a song.
Run now around the fire and gather all together,
For the cautionary tale of a merchant peddling leather,
Who traveled far and wide, never for short, always for long gone.
Always without family or community to belong,
His chosen past chose his future, so now, no matter the weather,
Be it fair, fine, ferocious, or fierce –
He was ever driven inland, far from the calling sea, without cares or fears.
Before he was trying to earn her, now he’s trying to forget her.
The one who sailed away on the dawn looking for better
Than he, the nomadic salesman, could bring himself to give her here.
There isn’t a happy ending, on this cold night to warm
Everyone – Appreciate yourself as well as the ones you hold dear.