In the desolation vast, a wanderer stands,
Before him rises a pine, adorned in Christmas bands.
In the silence of solitude, a spectacle unfolds,
A tree aglow with mystery, its tale yet untold.
Strange red lights flicker, like secrets in the night,
Each blink, a whispered promise, a mystical delight.
Amidst the barren land, a festive dream takes flight,
A lone soul embraced by the enigmatic yuletide light.
