to see the grass
in morning frost
brings joy to many,
few hearts it can't soft.
delicate feathers
of icy snow
pattern the windows
making them glow.
a lifeless branch
of a tree so great
the sights so pretty
it would seem to be fate
that a celebration
of this great size
could be so beautiful
to everyones eyes.
through the dead there is beauty,
this you should see,
and this is why Yule
is a favorite to me.
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I'm the short one.

