The Christmas Season (Away From the Din)
The punctuation of Winter’s drear,
Most people turn to wishing cheer,
Tradition, plays, and carols ring,
Alone behind doors, alone some sing.
Memories so intensified,
Piling one on one near deified,
If there is a sad memory left in the mind,
It is side by side with a brand new kind.
Hill and dale, rising and falling,...
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