In a genial mood, in holiday season,
Elderly pop songs pretend to embrace weather
Cheerfully. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
Yes, let it. It's our call whether it snows or not
On Christmas Eve in the ballads and the movies.
Magnanimously, we wave gloved hands at the sky.
What a charming species, this imaginary
Angel, this orchestrator of small sequences.
This is the way the story goes. This happens next.
Should stays preferable to did. The snow won't stop.
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