The Jazzy Christmas Casket of Lost Memories | December Challenge

December Challenge brings a melancholy story, folks. An experimental jazz song with organs and bells, heaven knows why. Anyhow, please read the poem below:

Hear that muffled voice. . . . Silence. . .
You must leave your busy thoughts to realize
Beyond where you remain, listener
Comes those staggering footsteps,
Those uneven, limping hobbles.
Listen carefully to them
Don’t you notice the pleading?
He’s vanished, that man
But those footsteps continue
Perpetually. . . yet he remains
forgotten.
And there remains nothing but a story of Christmas Eve:

The bitter snow the winds throw
Pierces my eyes as it flies.
Struggling, I traipse and trudge up the snow-topped hill
Yet still, as ice freezes my stiff feet,
I cannot proceed, though I need—
O Christmas Eve, I cannot conceive
To bear what I see, or is it just me?
When I leave the world behind
Who can recollect it anymore?
What has become of the hearts of mankind?
O Great Snow, the cold hearts of the world cannot compare to thee
All I long, all I desire for Christmas
Is a benevolent soul, nothing more
And here stands I, verge to die
Battling up the frigid hill
Climb to the top, steady, I will
Lest I fall headlong, incomplete song!
And the Great Snow entombs me, could it be?
Silver pocket watch is warning me,
“Rush! Hurry!! Up the hill now!”
While tears freeze on my numb cheeks,
I mourn, “I CAN’T! NOOO!!!”
A final blow from the North Wind
And I collapse in the cold darkness
O Great Snow, you selfish undertaker!
You bury me in your white casket, forgotten forever
Lastly, I recollect the youth I’ve left behind
Yells I to the ones who follow the vanishing footsteps,
“Don’t do something you’d regret!
"STOP! No, you shan’t! Not a single hour you care! No, take your eyes away from the malevolent! Where are genuine souls? WHERE? How selfish! How unfortunate! How—”
But the wind deafens me, so remains I
Forgotten
On
Christmas Eve. . . .
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Cordially,
Mr. Hope