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Cottage dreams, wooden cabins and the scent of burning campfires 
Every July we would gather at Vince's cottage to see Santa in attire 
Into the water he would go with his speed boat full of presents  
all the kids would run to see the bearded man with a belly bent   

There was no snow, no mistletoe, no hot toddy, just sweet lemonade 
all the kids would line up straight just waiting for that gifted accolade 
We had never heard of Christmas in July for us this was spanking new  
at night we sat around at fire and sang carols until half past two 

Today I reminisce about those days of Christmas in the summer heat 
we wore flip flops and passed out freeze pops, oh it was all so neat 
Now when winter holidays arrive with cold and winter storms abroad   
we talk about Vince and his Xmas antics, before he left to be with God.   

July 22, 2022
Sponsor	Tania Kitchin
Contest Name	Christmas in July

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