The Carol Singers, a poem

Softly spun melody,
Leaving the crunch-trodden
Snow, weaves into the room.

Reaching the crackling fire,
Mince-sweet ditty slips logs,
Entwining pouting
christingle flames.

Voices waft away, yet
The room remains,
Tune ablaze,

And the snow breathes
In rhythm.

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