At the fall of midnight’s darkness on the eve of Christmas Day,

the dark of eleven fifty-nine was all but passed away,

the darkness that you only get just after twelve-oh-one

was hanging in the wardrobe still; it’s time was yet to come.

One second after the above, a clopping over the rooves,

a thunder clap of ungulates, ruminants with hooves,

a second after midnigh...

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