The Christmas flakes of snow

Fled to feel the warmth of Earth

Then in the liquid phase did they blow.

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The December hopes of the fatty Clause

Clambered from the warmth of Earth

And then in the infinities of air currents...

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Folly folderols;

Funerals' age, hard gone past.

Stupid sense in the sphere of science.

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'Why do I think so negative?'

Complains something in me.

Not science, but the ludicrous logic of God gave me life.
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I see around,

Through the closed windows

Of sun-shade clad glass.

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My neighbors are happy,

They have friends and foe to pay a smile

Where I have none to pray me good.

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Their houses in adorning;

Mine like mourning.

Not a leaf of x'mas tree in here.

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'Oh, how beautiful their Christmas is!

How ridiculous mine!'

-My lonely laments.
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Why?
I don't know.
But I know for sure:
A Christmas Carol
Could help me great.
Oh, dear Dickens...

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Chintzy: Stingy

Just wished a Christmas Poem with a twist :-) :-)