Dust off the angels
hang the lights and mull the wine
prepare a hundred thousand welcomes
for the season grows merry
and my hunger for it is as sharp as teeth.
Flip the script, turn away tired work,
give play its moment on the throne
let pleasures combine and laughter chime
let much too much be much too little
All else is detour.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Dust off the angels
hang the lights and mull the wine
prepare a hundred thousand welcomes
for the season grows merry
and my hunger for it is as sharp as teeth.
Flip the script, turn away tired work,
give play its moment on the throne
let pleasures combine and laughter chime
let much too much be much too little
All else is detour.
.
.
🎄🦌 Songs for this: 🎄🦌
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3
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