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(snow belles shuffling
\nin their frozen dive,
\njock frost chipping
\nat your glow)<\/p>\n

There was never a time like this.
\nElves on the shelves, toys for the boys
\nAnd girls, and even the animals,
\nNipping in secret at the nutmeg bush.
\nVisions of sugarplums, the little fat red
\nGone wild in the midnight sky,
\nJelly jiggling his joyful pot with a wink.
\nThen, howling at the dime store moon,
\nHe flies.
\nAnd everything is "Merry."
\nAnd everything is "Christmas."
\nAnd everywhere on the somewhere side
\nOf the world, there is a tear falling,
\nWaiting for tomorrow to dry.<\/p>\n

(as seen in "Montage," spring ’74)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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