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Sally ThomasNovember 16, 2023

In dulci jubilo,
These days grow darker. So
We sing beneath our breath.
In life we are in death.
Alpha es et O,
But footprints mar the snow.

O Jesu parvule,
We’ve moored our tree today
With fishing line, a nail—
We know how things can fail.
O princeps gloriae,
Misrule will have its way.

O Patris caritas,
Throughout the waiting house
We’ve strewn our mangers. Maybe
This year we’ll find one baby.
O Nati lenitas,
We’re all forgetfulness.

Ubi sunt gaudia?
This world is what we know.
O that we were there,
We sing because we’re here.
Into the night we go,
In dulci jubilo.

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