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Afternoon and evening approaching Christmas.

I acquiesced. The voice from the twilit radio said:
‘The Christmas we get we deserve.’
Later, on a bitter but unseasonable line,
we watched the evening burst and shine.
Being cynical and eclectic, I chose
- without hope and God knows
why – a kind of perfect greeting
which, like love, loses in repeating.

William
I can't make head nor tale of this. Sorry.

There is something here. What it lacks, I think, is context. Needs more... there's a germ of something...

Jimmy