Lizarde, enjoy these holidays to the fullest, these last truly winter holidays, because subsequent winters will mainly bring worries rather than pleasant experiences.
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal