When the snow has fallen gracefully, it looks like Marshmallows coming down very slowly and steady off their infamous windows, every night all the Christmas Carolers came and sang in tune, red cherry wine cheeks were puffy enough, how bright it is, how energetically would be out in this breathing adventure of Christmas everywhere in thin rhythmic and romantic windchill has been blown in minus twenty miles per hour, upon the Christmases were outrageously
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-10-17
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