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About This Poem
OLE CHRISTMAS CARDS
Ole Christmas cards, gifts for the soul,
Manger scenes, elves at the North Pole,
Short prayers for joy, hope and peace,
Glitter long gone, worn at the crease,
But they are sweeter than carols.
Slowly, I reread each in whole,
Recalling smiles, wonderland strolls,
Tears come, yet I’ll never release
Ole Christmas cards.
Throughout the season, church bells toll,
Wishes are sent, sentiments scrolled,
Loved ones pass, their numbers decrease
so I kiss their names and each piece
of yore, for my angels cajole
Ole Christmas cards.
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