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a winter s eve,
Its crunching under foot, the air is crisp and cold.
The urban festive decorations are a sight to be hold.
People walking brisk, heading for their home,
Woolen hats and scarf's, keeping out the cold;
The rain as now eased , Mr frost has come to play!
Everything is white, indoors the children have to stay.
I hear no ringing of bells, to add to this picture post card scene,
Everything looks virginal, it completes my Christmas dream.
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a winter s eve,
a winter s eve,