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Abeyance

It's often true that some of us  
might drift into a Christmas funk  
where even the slightest winter fuss  
will silence vow me like a monk  
and see me soon to chambers retreat  
to hear some choir take the air,  
by radio, or app discrete,  
and in this way combat despair.  
 
There...there...some bygone jingles play  
like they did in Yules of yore  
as longer nights abridged the day  
to bring the peace we're looking for;  
a silent night...a holy night...  
...with angel song to ease our plight.  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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