The winter sunshine streamed through the windows late this afternoon,
casting a fine golden light on the edges of the Christmas tree.
The Christmas tree fairly basked in the glow.
All is calm, all is bright, and all is ready, waiting for the jolly fellow in red to make his annual visit.
The dish seems in no hurry to run anywhere with the spoon this year.
Even Sylvester and Tweety have called a truce
and hang together peacably among the evergreen branches.
Please, hurry Christmas don't be late.
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