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| It was Christmas Eve of a modern date. The early evening sky was dark, As is normal in a northern place. But the air was comfortably warm As snow tumbled down from out of space To the ground where a translucent sheet formed, Shrouding all things with a delicate coat In the white of Christmas cheer and hope. This was to be a time of happiness, A time which should be remembered by most As a time of utter fulfillment. Their faces were virtually unknown To each other, retired among themselves, Blurry and vague, as if they were ghosts, Gathered together after working alone For the sake of others, without a home. They came to this luxurious hotel Donated to them for their endeavors; Their lifetimes spent giving of themselves. And now they were receiving from others Food and fine drink and a place to dwell; The people's reward to these good brothers, So here they could spend the rest of their lives And withdraw from the outer world's strife. Gifts were exchanged and rooms had been assigned; Roommates were paired--two new friends were then made, As all the others were bidding goodnight, They went to see their room, up the stairway Of this peaceful old brick structure so high. The apartments were large and double spaced, Each with his own room, kitchen and bath. They threw down their suitcases to unpack. One of these brothers was quickly done, So he stepped out to tour the snug building, Feeling so cozy in that great mansion As he looked out at all the stars twinkling. What a peaceful, grand sight to gaze upon! Then he caught sight of a small car plowing Its way through the snow around the front drive. It was small and dented and painted white. Then, all of a sudden, the sight turned strange. The next thing he knew, that small car had wrecked! Skid marks in the snow reflected the strain Of the impact which had separated The twisted front from the smashed up rear flank. Inside, bodies were torn and dismembered! And the snow was splattered with steaming blood! How could it happen to their brotherhood? |
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