Sing A Song Of Christmas
There is a soft sound like a silken melody;
So angelic it belies the outside world;
An open fire, crackling with heat;
Set shadowed forms dancing on the walls;
And gave the ballerina on the Christmas tree,
A sense of life and a sense of gaiety.
A fat cat curled on a velvet rug;
Was still purring from a caress an hour ago;
As the big clock chimed to the stroke of time;
Attune to winds threatening at the door.
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