Beneath white skies of somber gray,
A lone tree stands bare,
A stark profile against the day,
A silent night witness to despair.

No leaves to dance in the sunlit breeze,
No jingles of bells to fill the air,
Just barren stalks, like skeletal trees,
A condition of the season laid bare.

The cold howls through,
a gloomy tune, a withered site,
As the green ground itself objects to
the bleak that has eaten like a steed
an atmosphere of joy.

We'd soon go home to warmth and this damn torment would end.

Yet here and now, drenched in snow and misery.
Christmas now felt to us like a distant entity that we never knew existed
And looming like some prey up above us, joyfully,
Close enough to see, too cold enough to touch,
to free us from this enchanting misfortune, as promised.

It should be over by Christmas
In which year? No one knows.
Because the Christmas had bloomed,
And we stuck here in serendipity day by day
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