A tug of excitement grasps my bounding heart
as Pa leads us to our home, well lit, and warm.
I drag the fresh cut Yule tree, doing my part
under the clear sky there will be no snowstorm.
December's full moon glows brightly on the snow
casting long shadows of us; and the two deer
pay close attention to us and our cargo
treading along the snow laden trail, so clear.
Smoke trailing out of the chimney, a great sign,
that Ma has a hearty meal soon to be served.
Her fresh apple strudel on which we will dine
makes this day complete, and more than I deserve.
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