Christmas Mourning

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Tiny steps eager cross the floor

Wrap the night we sleep no more

Eager smiles and anxious eyes

Promise of the dawning skies

Garlands adorn bare walls with our delight

Poinsettias charm the season red and bright

Warm fire toasts small hands from the cold

Their Santa looms alive for them never old

Older non-believers, really wizened fools

Find renewal in these laughing smiling jewels

We each love the season, cherishing our past,

As lovers, children, partners, parents we will make it last.

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