The snow is laying on the ground,
  The tree is lighted,
  the wreath is round.
 
  The clock is ticking,
  It's almost here,
  every heart and soul
  Is full of cheer.
 
  For Ness is coming,
  To our hearts and homes,
  And for him, you know,
  I write this poem.
 
  So now I ask you,
  let us show him praise.
  Because if not for him,
  no interesting days.
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