The moon is full of light
clouds float with delight
street twinkle like stars
in the firmament.
Eyes observe the rainbow
produced by firworks
as it's thunderous sound
rock the sky.
West to east
North to south
Felicity is at the peak
christians have a special mass
the season christ was born
is here again.
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