All is not quite dead outside
For I see that am here
Happy in this winter-wide
Snow wonder world of cheer.
I flit from branch to branch by day
A blot of red on white
The others have all flown away
No other bird in sight
Yet I am here, content to be
The only one to stay
To make my home in winter, me
The faithful bird always.
What am I?
It's the best I could do, given what little time I had. Hope your holiday season is less hectic than mine!
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