Christmas House

On the second day of Christmas
we left the white house
which had enveloped us.
Ice-crisp evenings
we waited for the train;
the black, shining giant
that took us away
from Christmas.

The lights from the house
winked safely laughing
in white window-frames,
peacefully,
always the same.

Our fingers were freezing,
and we stared enthralled
towards the house
where Christmas dwelt,
not wanting to go away,

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poem by Aase Faugstad
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