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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Festive, the feast

 
 
Hark ye, the holidays are here
Christmas eve beckons all near
The reds and the greens are visible
Out, come the tales and parables
 
A race against the hour to do
Collection of gifts and the ado
It’s all about the thought I say
As the holiday sales, I try to parlay
 
Trinkets laid out in neat displays
As I maneuver the shops in a daze
Does it really need to be in plenty
After all, it should not be about the money
 
On the day, I gather loved ones
Food abundant and chatting tongues
The joy of being under one roof
Of a richly content life, is proof.

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