A poem about the month of December.
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The twelfth month of the year brings more then just holiday cheer.
Friends and love and festivities glow all around for us my dear.
The weather in the north has also changed
snow, and cold, and sometimes rain.
The thermometer drops and more clothes we wear
oh my god this is all insane.
Gifts are bought and crowds we weave
tempers flow as we try to achieve.
The kids are excited with each day that passes
knowing that fat guy will soon come.
Was I good or bad this year?
Will he give me what I want so I have won?
There are also others not so lucky at all
too many bills to pay, no money and they fall.
There are no gifts and sometimes not even a tree
and they ask for help but without such glee.
Do you pass that bell ringer by in front of the mall
not thinking twice why they are there and to you they call?
This time of the year should melt all our hearts
and helping others should be top of doing your part
help someone else instead of running fast and just depart.
I guarantee if you follow your heart
this season will be happier I promise you’ll see.
So with all this said
Happy Holidays to all
may your heart shine through that Christmas tree.
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