Christmas
It is Christmas again,you can smell it in the air,
The fresh smell of pine and every one cares.
From the lights on the tree,to the presents beneath,
To the mistle toe hanging and the door with it's wreath.
The choir is singing down the street just a bit,
Will not be long till you see ole jolly st.nick.
The kids are writing letters to the man from the pole,
In hopes they wont find a small bag of coal.
The joy in giving should be done all year,
All the hate in the world to my eye brings a tear.
Do onto others as you wish to be done onto you,
Have a very merry Christmas from me to you.
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