Costly Yuletide Reflections

In twelve days' dance, a pricier tune, Mirrors cast the tale of boon and bane. Feathers of the swans a-swimming soar, As golden rings' glow dims the poor. Drummers' beats fall heavy, sync'd with plight, Yet still we sing, in warmth of love's delight. Pipers pipe, the heart's enduring song, Economy's echo, in Yuletide prolonged.

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