That day a child Jesus was born
When the power of the pauper rose
To quell the lineage of kings
What we celebrate with fairy lights
On a lonely pine tree. A festive season,
When through the skin of leather,
A green hulk emerges, muscled up,
To make the Christmas holiday,
Like those cool December days in the tropics,
When everything has a price,
Even a perfectly-symmetrical snow flake.

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