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A tale is told like a light lit each year.

What happened this year, last year, or what might

Be next year—the angels’ news “Do not fear”

Will stay. And when these tall solacing bright

Flames have melted the candles’ wax that warms,

We must buy candles tall again. We will

Recite that story as new sculpted forms

Melt away again. The tidings will still

Be the same cheer as when on a dark night

A note of hope by the humble was heard.

Our consolations, as light after light,

Are retold to us year by year and word

By word; so we to the story belong

Just as a melody does to a song.