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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas: 117 of 202

A bank of glittering memories open, For many to admire, Bells ring and choirs sing, We dine, our hopes conspire And old religions tell the tale, Of the greatest love beheld, New generations hear the words, But seek with heart to meld The splendors great, bows of holly Deck the halls, and more Family's here, from far, from near, The wrappings hit the floor A wonderland of song and lights Enticing us this day, We celebrate the time that's ours, Our children safely play, But not so far away, a place Where innocence is sold, Almost nine, he's not the time, For him the season's cold No presents...
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