Hear the sledges with the bells,
Silver Bells !
What a world of merriment their melody foretells !
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle ,
In the icy air of night !
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight ;
Keeping time, time, time ,
In a sort of Runic rime ,
Edgar Allan POE (1809-1849)