12/11/2024 for Christmas Poems New or Old Poetry Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Join me, friend, in a rhyme of the painful and sublime, as I remember every late December in my sixty-sixth Christmas time. Joy and sadness, unsurpassed like a magnifying glass - I recall my spirit rise and fall before a decorated tree, so tall, remembering Christmas past. With my favorite toy I'd play, or alone, my love had gone away - sometimes blessed, sometimes cursed. Either way, my heart would burst - remembering Christmas day.
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