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It's November blowing headlong into Christmas Semi trailers piled with tight wrapped trees Southbound juggernauts of season As the reason for it brings us to our knees Beneath the rushing need of decoration And perfect presents waiting to be wrapped Everywhere a plea for peace and reason Memories of magi starry rapt The innocence of one more perfect baby The gatherings of hope that this might be A celebration of a birth and maybe An end to all the bickered greed of we As joyful carols ring throughout a mass But it's just another day of hope to pass