It's Not As Grim As It Sounds
The morning nears,
A garland of frost appears.
We roll out of bed in cinnamon pajamas
And say extra prayers to avoid Krampus.
The warm gold of joy and love in the symbol of gifts.
Wild hearts with arms and fingers sift and sift.
Food and toys and songs and stories.
Let's hold these memories and share our glories!
Before it all restarts:
With all those empty
Shopping carts.
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