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Jingle Bells

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

In winter
sleigh bells went around
the bellies of the black and bay,
four velvet ears ahead of us,
jingle bells on black harnesses.

It was in deep snow
when all was quiet
and the horses began to trot
that magic began to happen,

when erythematic music
of a prancing, running march
through forested land
filled the air,

prancing feet
touching down into our hearts.

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