The trees are trimmed

This time of year

With special decorations

To spread good cheer


Shiny drops hung

On branches with care

By the hand of Mother Nature

Who moistened the air


Then the chilled breath

Of Old Man Winter

Fills each drop

With a bit of icy glitter


They cling to the trees

As his breath drifts away

Leaving the pines dressed

In a crystalline display

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