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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.
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.
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