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Quiet

Christmas Day is quiet – Traffic’s light and stores are shuttered. All the hype preceding it Has fizzled out and puttered. Families turn inward And the streets are near deserted. Temptations from the outside world Are easily averted. If you took all the Sundays And you rolled them in a ball, They might finally rival Christmas – It’s the quietest of all.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/12/2014 8:43:00 AM
I think it must be Jesus way of calming all our fears. That on this day we come to pray for now so many years. So when the world of white outside is filled with dead and calm. The soul can hear a silent song to sooth just like a balm. Peace. :)
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Date: 12/27/2013 11:22:00 AM
a serene Christmas for a change. surprisingly puzzling poem. Thanks for sharing your Christmas experience with this one. ~~ Wendy
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