SONNET OF CHRISTMAS

One man,
- was that night friend
Night Christian
crib in Nazareth
- While recalling the days of small,
And the dance alive, and the cheerful song,
He wanted to move back to sweet and mild
The sensations of his old age,
That very night old friend,
Night Christian
cradle of the Nazarene.
Chose the sonnet ...
The white sheet
Ask him inspiration;
but loose and limp,
The penalty does not ACODE to his gesture.
And, vainly struggling against the adverse meters,
Just came out this little verse:
"It would change Christmas or did I?"

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