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Now nearing the end of November
Thanksgiving is nearly hear
And I always begin to get anxious
Of that celebration in late December
A winter solstice coined Christmas
A spirit of charity time of year

I remember being young
Odes and Carol’s and Christianity
With family stockings and ornaments hung
Upon a majestic Pine-needle tree
With a bur-ump-ump bom bom
That God’s grace and generosity
Gives spirit to soul’s unsung
And Santa always magical and believed.

I recall with needles and thread
Stringing cranberries and popcorn into long strands.
Hanging in a spiral draping, on a tree almost dead.


My mother and I took great pride
Decorating our manger scene
Animals to arrange, and hide
To the baby Jesus nativity
Three wise men
Shepard’s and sheep, oxen, even a giraffe,
Our manger was a masterpiece.

Now nature must do her part
To decorate the landscape
And through the window, a Christmas snow now starts.
Giant white flakes begin there descent

Each so unique, so big, so many
Accumulates.  Enough for snow angels in a few,
And in the morning a snow man made for us to groom.
But now through my window, the street lights I view
All the thousands of millions snowflakes
And the bright light they pass through.
Beautiful, full of splendiferous spirit I appreciate.
A white Christmas, for me and my mother, to celebrate

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