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Tinseled Treats Poem Two
Tinseled treats, hung from our Christmas tree.
Young, saucered eyes, just gleamed and shined
At the charming, twisting gold and silver art works.
For indeed, these are one of this holiday’s perks!
To a very young child, they whisper of things magical.
Swaying and dancing,they observe from Mother’s clavicle
And though speech, be not theirs, as of yet.
Their artistic sensibilities soar like a fine jet!
Add the scents of frankincense and myrrh,
You will be blessed to hear an infant purr.
Delighting in wonders of the Christmas season.
Every fiber of their being, dances with no reason.
12/2/2024
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Panagiota Romios
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