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The Spirit
of Christmas
by Don
The
rain pours out of a leaden sky
and whirls a solitary leaf up high
The wind screams across a sodden land
- on Christmas Day
Drenched
carol singers gargle their tuneless song
joined by the gale as an aerial throng
their begging bowl filled with water and twig
- on Christmas Day
Look
out of the window at the dreary scene
and remember how it might have been
as a lonely fairy light struggles to cheer
- on Christmas Day
Turn
away and think what the day holds
that stretches away as boredom unfolds
Four bottles of wine and Apocalypse Now
- on Christmas Day
Don
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