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After the new year, the long shadow of winter falls on the land.
After the new year, the long shadow of winter falls on the land. (By Michael Robinson Chavez -- The Washington Post)

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By Darragh Johnson
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, January 3, 2006

The Glummery

(Sung in the voice of Tiny Tim to the tune of "Christmas Is Coming")

Christmas is over,

The goose has gotten fat.

We've all put our pennies

In the old man's hat.

Now decorations come down,

And the city looks denuded.

Nothing to anticipate:

To bed! we have concluded.

Now the depression settles in, all cozy in its slippers and long fleece robe, all curled up inside our heads, softly snoring and fogging our outlook until May.

Remember Christmas? That distant, decorated memory? The red ribbons and crooning carols? The city sidewalks -- busy sidewalks? All the holly-jolly and ho-ho-ho?


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