The entire world is settling in
Outside the wet snow has blown
Against the barren trees so long
It looks like an endless forest
Of white birch and cotton-covered pine.
Inside the lights blaze warmly
And the ever-present hymn
Of goodwill and home
Is intoxicatingly luring
The planet to hibernation
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Vesper Winchester
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