Cottony lace surging across the season's sky
And starry jewels scintillating in dreamy heavens
White birch spires lost in the swirling clouds of December's majesty
That blazing spark of winter's glory
Imbued with precious evergreen scent
Shining down through leafless branches
A mystery that draws us up
To this silent celebration of Christmastime.
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