The sun has sunk so low It barely clears the trees. The rays seem not from glow, My knees begin to freeze.
The C.E.* is a plane, Ecliptic crosses twice. In winter, I complain, In summer, it's quite nice. *celestial equator
I'll celebrate this day By wrapping up so tight. The bells will ring on sleigh And all the world is white!
So jingles be the sound And snowy be the sight. With your arms all around This night is pure delight!
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