We Are All Afflicted by Jingle Bells

We are all afflicted by jingle bells
We are poised leaning over the border with our feet fastened to Yankee soil
We have completed preparations for launch
Into the sparkling abyss
To frolic with astros
And covort with cometas
We will land with padded feet on the craters of Quijote´s bootsprints
This delicious waiting is a romp into waiting for what happened already