the night before christmas eve
that one dark candle chapel night
of carols in the snow
mince pie eyes that glow
gathering around the village
doored in smiles up to the jersey arms
even to the bonymaen inn rough-necked in red
the spirit of christmas spilling across the bar
turning of collars down the wind’s return
in the closeness of mingling breaths
woolen hats fingered warm and moving
through the insisting snow you know how it is
when the tiredness is happiness
good nights meant to last forever
as they were last year when the snow was heavier
the candle snuffed this one night draws to its close
goodnight crunches goodnight
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