Well, each day has a secret
If you know how to find it
Each secret opens up a door
Each with a gift behind it
Each gift is like a mouth
Each mouth has its own word
And every word a saint
And every saint a bird
For every day is like a new book
Open it up slowly!
Each book is a story in stained glass
All lit up and holy
Each day's a secret storeroom
In which all things belong:
Cathedral, atlas, Noah's ark
Museum, city, song
Not forgetting Jimmy's curious habit of not opening any Advent windows for several days, then opening them all at once
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