Merry christmas...

 This is because christmas is about ( for me), hope of a better way...


It is morning

the air is brisk, children

are out and about.


Chritmas is not

yet here,but hope is

and we all wait...


For white lands

chocolate drinks

ugly sweaters.


Not here yet

and already here.

Merry christmas...


The End

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