Nordic Xmas Eve
Each window, with magic lit
Of whose fable-hung
Clear forested air
Reflects what is, at whose hour
Believably fair.
A snowing, and what like-chilled
For sorrow's impact
The whole year through
Delights but then; but then melts
Its heart-numbed fallout.
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