Christmas Eve
Christmas is snow on the ground.
Kids going down a hill in a sled.
Sometimes falling and hitting their head.
Going inside and sitting next to a nice fire.
Or getting a nice cup of hot cocoa.
Sitting under a tree are a bunch of presents.
From stocking fillers as small as a card.
To giant boxes that could be anything you can imagine.
Thinking about what could possibly be in each box.
This is what I think about christmas.
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