The night has slowed,
Festivity has dulled,
It's time for rest.
The weariness settles in,
In time there will be more fun,
For once stillness comes.
The carols are sung,
And the fun is done,
Only until the stillness is over.
Soon a year will turn,
More fun will have begun,
Then quiet shall reign again.
The stragglers in the future year.
Heads that hurt from all the beer.
No loud noise, on pain of death.
The stillness comes but briefly,
A short reprive from Maddness,
A time for sanity in a world of noise.
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