The riflemen sway to the Christmas choir
Killing time in the snow with their flights
Of cigarette smoke while the bells ring and ring
A mournful tune. The breaks in cloud offer
Sacred slivers of scarce moonlight that each
Deer stops and shakes it thin, wet nose toward.

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