The trees are trimmed

This time of year

With special decorations

To spread good cheer

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Shiny drops hung

On branches with care

By the hand of Mother Nature

Who moistened the air

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Then the chilled breath

Of Old Man Winter

Fills each drop

With a bit of icy glitter

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They cling to the trees

As his breath drifts away

Leaving the pines dressed

In a crystalline display