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  • I’m standing near the window as
    the frost drips, and my shoes are dry-
    ing by the open fire. The in-
    cident before the naked trees
    will mark the Virgin Birth, as God
    will make the angels out of snow,
    and I'll have coffee brewing and
    the gifts below the evergreen.

    I’m standing near the window as
    the snow stops, and the Dreamer Clause
    goes house to house and warms his stock-
    ings with the holy and the damned.

    (Painting: Janos Szasz - Stockings Drying In The Window, 1966)
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