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Snow on the ground,
a fire in the hearth,
throughout the house the chatter of mirth.
Smiles abound,
around and around,
the joy of the day in every sound.
Dogs and cats and a tree in the house,
over stuffed stockings, no room for a mouse.
Carols and bells float through the air,
mixing with aromas sweet and fair.
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas,
and to all a good night,
as we wait for the New Year
for our dreams to take flight.
Christmas Poem 2018
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