"At Christmas I no more desire a rose than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows."
William Shakespeare
"I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December."
Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing
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