(C H R I S T M A S
eve is like dreaming about
sugarplums & fairies faxing
jingle.
Smoke coming from chimneys
impossible yule log
descends from glowing clouds.
Is this fire? Or reindeer's
nose... modern magic in the tale
and the short bobbing trail of
magical snowflakes
that follows Santa
wherever he lurks.
Santa lurks not. He jollies.)
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