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The toy boxes empty, and yesterday's thrills

                        Are buried together in mountainous hills

                        I still so remember the virgin land sweet

               They deemed it would hide all that treasure discrete

                       And way back, I think around bout '67

                             Began hurling trash there,

                          Now a hill mounts toward heaven
   
                           Many a purchase, many a thrill

                 Couches, and washers and toys in that hill

               Purchased with sweat and such toil of a brow

                For loves sake, for Holidays purpose allowed

                All of that love, so much hard-earned cash

                   Forgotten, forsaken in hills full of trash

               And so in my lifetime I watched the hill grow

                  Blocking the sunset that we use to know

              A million sweet scents from that desert once rose

         Now the air smells of refuse, and much trash disposed

             As Christmastime comes with her visions serene

                  The lights in a twinkle on the evergreens

                  Casting our eyes to the dear Saviors Birth

                  May we remember God's gift of our earth

               Repurpose, creating our gifts for loved ones

                 A gift of an Earth to our future grandsons

               A gift of clean air and pure sparkling waters

                 To all of creation, and our future daughters

         A pure wish for merry, though we've less cash to spend

                 The truest of love lasts beyond our lives end

              Merry Christmas is coming, may we choose to pay

               It forward for Earth's sake and much brighter days

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