At the haunted house of snow
bales bound with street grime,
bread bakes in an ice oven
for a supper of sadness.
After the festivities,
ashes are applied lest
futility be forgotten
in celebrating exorcism.
Across the way, candles
stop smoking and a
birthday song rises
up the chimney,
inviting the spirits
for dancing...
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