They’re hanging the Christmas lights,
Because ritual is important,
Because commerce is emotional,
Because life is short.
The fields are frosted;
The trees are shedding;
The cold is whispering in.
Winter is the world -
Majestic, indifferent -
But fire and lights and music are us:
Warm, delicate, wavering,
Vanishing things,
Throwing a song both sad and hopeful
On the black and beautiful canvas
Of the night.
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