‘Tis the season annual when
lavish wishes are put to pen
that offer lots of festive cheer
and greetings for the coming year
plus peace on earth for all, amen.
Within our Milky Way's great glen
where humans found an earthly den
that seems well-nigh without a peer,
‘tis the season.
Beneath a wreath for now and then
adorning portals once again
aloft in the celestial sphere
bequeathed as cosmic souvenir
for mortals' celebration yen
‘tis the season.
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