Wisps of snow fell,
but none stuck.
A cold wind swept our area,
making the fire seem warmer.
Dark and white,
that was pretty,
but not as much as the festivities inside...
laughing,
drinking,
still eating,
like some feast of old.
Sadness was there,
for companions will soon lose their mother,
like so many of us before.
We do not take away that pain,
nor suffer them to hide their grief,
but just be with them,
as they are,
tonight.
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