Not a Christmas Carol, but a Poem.

lights of
white, blue,
red and green
some twinkle,
others stay agleam

wrapped around
every countour,
framing every
window and door,
sometimes reaching
to the floor.

making it seem
like a gingerbread
Nothing is stirring,
not even a

Carols everywhere
for all to sing.
days of joy
that Christmas brings.

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