In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #629

Moon beam meandering
through the hollow shadow of night
The Gods plunge down
from high above lists in hand

A box with red and gold trim
held within their odd glowing hands
And each container wore a cover
of silver and boughs of holly

The Gods touched down visiting
festive grownups and children all
Tricks and toys filled their red bags
all lined with pure white fur

Not Gods at all it seems now
Mister and Missus Santa arose
From where they came no one knows
but this is the tale told by all