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Mistletoe imparts the quiver
Snowmen; excite and shiver
Brandy sifts, while spirits lead the way
Bobsleds race so fast it’s thrilling
By all degree the air is chilling
In light remorse at sight of this decay
Eagerness of fashion
Frisson fused to passion
Awaiting the arrival of a sleigh
Serene; we nest together
Holding fast, forever
Aching for another Christmas day
Yea, I know. I'm a dork
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