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Snow falling like hot damp cinnamon rolls,
Carpeting my vision,
I know Christmas is now nearing,
Closing in on November.
Looking around I already see red hearts and lights,
Time and its people ready,
It will be Christmas soon, they beg,
Shooing away November.
The snow is falling - and when it hits my face -
Not like cinnamon rolls at all,
It’s been Christmas for a long time now,
Even before November.