Every day which passes, which we live
Through, takes us closer to the ending
Of the, year: a time to gather and give
Presents, observing the Yule and spending
Time with our special group -- not all
Necessarily super-beloved ones -- but we,
All of us, clan-together anyway,
Mood-lighted by our pagan pine tree,
To eat, drink, and mix-up, on a special day.
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