A nights lodging sought
in the castle bright
a simple room
a fire small
to ease a winter chill
a ember needed
to light a candle
and the fire
a quiet sleep
in the bright hall he goes
in simple need
gaily welcomed
to midwinter night
their Lord to honor
the night of his birth
music full
food aplenty
a places cleared
along the board
gifts are given
the night is late
morn quick coming
another long ride
poorly rested
on a bright new day
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