Christmas

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A feather floats down softly

To rest on freshly fallen snow.

The air is chill and frosty,

Not a sound to be heard below.

 

Until the wind begins to softly sing,

“Christmas is here”

And the bells start to ring,

Though no one is there to hear.

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