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IT'S
A DAY
WHEN WE
HONOR THE
MANGER-BORN
KING, WHO WITH
CAROLS WE PRAISE
AS THE STEEPLE BELLS
RING. IT'S WHEN PEOPLE
RETURN TO WITH FAMILY BE
AND TEAR OPEN THE PRESENTS
PILED UNDER THE
TREE. DECORATIONS
ABOUND AND ENLIVEN
THE DAY. SMILING HOSTS
WILL A BANQUET DELICIOUS
DISPLAY. AS WE COMPLIMENT
COOKS WE WITH GUSTO DIG IN.
AFTER END OF DESSERT, WAISTS
NO LONGER ARE THIN. WHILE SOME
ELDERLY KIN TAKE THEIR AFTERNOON
NAPS, ALL THE YOUNGSTERS PLAY GAMES
OR JUST GAZE AT THEIR APPS. MANY OTHERS
RECLINE TO WATCH FOOTBALL
AND SCHMOOZE. IT'S FORBIDDEN
TO MENTION POLITICAL VIEWS. WE
INSTEAD THEN DISCUSS WHAT WE DID
SINCE LAST YEAR, WHILE MORE CAKES WE
CONSUME WITH OUR COFFEES AND BEER. WE
SPEND HOURS HAVING FUN WITH OUR CLAN AND
OUR FRIENDS. THEN WITH VANISHING SUNLIGHT THE
AFTERNOON ENDS. AFTER HANDSHAKES AND HUGS AND
EXTENDED GOODBYES, GUESTS DEPART BEARING PRESENTS
AND LEFTOVER PIES. WE FEEL SAD AS WE WATCH ALL THE CARS
DISAPPEAR FOR WE'LL MANY NOT SEE UNTIL THIS TIME NEXT YEAR.
THIS LONG, GLORIOUS DAY
WE SHALL ALWAYS RECALL
AND SINCERELY HERE WISH
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.
Copyright © Richard Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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