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Christmas is coming and our cards are all maxed.
My wife says don't fret, just try to relax.
But her car needs breaks, and mine needs new tires.
Tax time is coming, and yet, we're still buyers.
For beneath our tree, there’s one empty place
Which we’ll buy gifts for that will fill up the space.
Cause what fun's Christmas if we can't give out gifts
That kids tear open as the snow outside drifts.
We’ll light up the fire, and have a Christmas feast.
Say thank you to God, for saving us from the beast.
It may seem silly, but we can 't help but share.
It's that time of year to show others we care.
Tom Zart
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