Under skies of Somber, dirty gray Flakes of pure white Dance their ballet. Houses outlined, In the long, black night, By red and green Spheres, twinkling bright. While trees stand cold, Dull, lifeless, and bare, Pine trees are dressed In warm Christmas flair. As the year counts Its last final days, Voices rejoice The Holy birthday. Sickness precludes Real-life embraces; Kin gather in Virtual spaces. Winter’s severe, Stark by all measure. Harshness heightens Beauty and treasure.