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Christmas night reflections
Fluttering beneath the newly cut Festive green hollies, Decked out with heaped drapes Of freshly fallen snow, A bold little red breasted Robin, Busily searching, Cheerfully hops to and fro. Darting between the soft, swirling flakes Of unique crystalline, driven without respite, He alights upon his sheltered perch And begins to shrilly trill: Against the on coming, long Drawn out Christmas night. For the drawing darkness is deepening, Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill; And, gently waking From nonsensical dreaming, I harken to the old dog Fox, As, barking, he pads on down Through the gorse strewn hill. Suddenly stirred from dozing Idleness, As the charred log shifts and settles in the grate, I recall with vivid fondness: Some old memories, good times, The well meant promises I did so earnestly to undertake. Of old acquaintance... Not forgotten, And those that were Or are no more, Of circumstance and friendship: And of they That daily come To pass through my open door. But now the flames from the fire, Dancing in the frosted window panes, Are calling for the poker So I may stoke the blaze again; For turning my warming back Upon the locked out winters keep... I hear that steadfast little Robin Sing once more - As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
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