Christmas
WHAT IS CHRISTMAS,
YOU DON'T KNOW,
IT COME EVERY YEAR,
JUST LIKE THE SNOW,
THE LIGHTS, TREE,
AND SPECIAL TREATS,
YOU HAVE SO MANY CHOICES TO EAT,
MOST OF ALL THE PRESNTS AND GIFTS,
CARDS AND MONEY,
MANY CLOTHES TO FIT,
THE SPECIAL GIFT,
THE GIFT OF GOD,
HE IS THE REASON,
WE CELEBRATE THIS ALL.
Copyright © Jericka Lathers | Year Posted 2007
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