A poem for this day, though it is but two hours and a half to Christmas. I was humming an improvised tune while writing this, so please pardon this seemingly rhythmless poem.
Hark to this Christmas Eve;
This year may be our last.
The Christmas bells rang song,
The Christmas trees lit long.
Old Santa bids them fare
Well wife and children fair.
The carols birdsong be;
The chestnuts roasted be.
Soon Christmas come and bless
All our children in rest.
Yet brief and short this day
Shall be - 'Tis but a day.
But fret not, Young one
As now 'tis Christmas Eve.
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