The Holidays
When I think about the holidays,
It's that feeling of ch
Waiting for Santa to come in his sleigh,
The smell of candy canes and pine.
It's almost a high.
Oh, and don't forget the pie!
Food, songs, blessings, and toasts,
Time with family, extended and close.
No present can be bought
That can take the place of the love.
From Thanksgiving to New Years
Our homes get colder.
Family is great to have near
To make it feel warmer.
Ribbons and bows are pretty,
And presents are great to give,
But it's the love of others
That makes them so special
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