As Darren walked away from the Storytelling Centre that evening, he sang a song quietly to himself: 

'Who's that knocking at the window, Who's that Standing by the door?'
What are all of those presents laying on the kitchen floor?
Who is the Laughing Stranger, with his hair as white as gin?
What is he doing with the children?
Who could have let him?

Why are there rubies on his fingers, cold cold crown on his head?
Why, when he caws his carol, does the salty snow run red?

Why does he bury the fireside like a spider on a thread?
his fingers made of fuses, his tongue of gingerbread,
Why does the World before him melt in a million suns?
Why do his yeallow yearnng eyes burn like saffron buns?

Watch when he comes a walking out of the Christmas flame,
dancing, double talking, and Herod is his name

(Innocents Song, Charles Causley)