The wind would make moans and snow
Fell on snow and water turned to stone.
Three wise men are here in their beards.

The cloth bundles brought frankinsense
Myrrh riding on easterly winds and hope,
Their camels dog tired in sand and snow.

All night long men made sweet puddings
While a manger resonated with a mother,
A breastful of milk ,a virgin’s kiss for son.

The wind moaned in the  three trees low
On the hill , in the bleak midwinter snow.
Earth turned stone as winter would blow.

(Remembering Christina Rossetti’s Christmas poem “In the Bleak Midwinter”)

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