Perched upon the lap of hope and northern slopes Nestled in the wooded oak, a dream unfolds Come and see The confectionary Very merry The confectionary The continued hum of notes and needle pokes Garland with a hint of snow 'round the windows Come and see The confectionary Very merry The confectionary You stir all the sweetened pots and watch the clocks The time has come to close the shop that time forgot....