The snow falls gently on the vast still plain
a horse does trample bitter frozen ground
while chipmunks slumber nothing quite to gain
and ants asleep inside their hollow mound
The charcoal river fish have swum away
petite brown deer do prance the powdered snow
while wool wrapped neighbors ride a battered sleigh
and carving paths the man's prince pipe does glow
The chimney plumes quaint clouds of oak scent smoke
with game boards strewn across the carpet floor
we jest too loud and father's been awoke
it's never dull when cousins come to shore
Fresh candles burn too low the wax did spill
the pumpkin pie is fresh let's get our fill
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