This season
Brings home sweet You,
Those falling eternal drops
Of happiness non stop,
And the newest shop
There opening to a festival,
Of a new season opening
Which rhymes can never hold and tell...
This season
Brings home warmth of joy,
Those red red cars, those lovely toys
For the kid looking so pleased,
For the night which takes every smile on lease,
Pasted there on every tree,
Hung there on you and me,
This season
Brings home love
Those like feathery doves
Raring always to fly
Against the sooty Roman fonted sky,
Where Federico Baroci in 1598
Painted a flight to the Heaven's Gate...
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