Treasure Island

Esther Obeng


christmas comes and goes


christmas comes with snowball making
christmas comes with snowball fight
christmas comes with santa claus
christmas comes with decoration of trees
christmas comes with church bell ringing
christmas comes with new year
and does with the old year
christmas comes with presents given
and collecting
and goes with nothing

Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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  • Patricia Grantham (8/19/2013 8:10:00 AM)

    Yes Christmas does come and goes. The season brings on much
    joy. There is gift giving, more love shown, just a joyful time. That kind
    of cheer should go on and on and not just for the holiday time. Jesus
    is the reason for the season. Enjoyed. (Report) Reply

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