No Room For Baby Jesus
It's Christmas time again.
The shopping is over;
All the beverages have been bought,
as well as the food.
Cards have been sent and received.
Decorations have been placed
and the tree is fully assembled and garnished.
Located at the base of the tree are gifts.
So many that you can't see the stand.
One problem...
There's no room for baby Jesus.
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