My Father Christmas
Nov.'16
A bag called love, Full of abundance, All, for each 'child', Until it's empty.
No baubles but gifts, Enough for friends, Goodies for life with, Bigger to come.
Sweet meats & puzzles, With parcels of Guidance, Moments of clarity, justice & peace. The path is laid out for me, Shared with the family, 24/7 Each day's exciting.
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