There is a time in the year where everybody comes together
Were everyone is happy and joyful
God has blessed us with this time
This time is Christmas time.
Waking up on a Christmas morning,
Looking out the window at the snow patterned grass
No feeling comes close to the joy that brings.
As good as it is to give and receive presents
We all know the real meaning of Christmas is to love one another.
Imagine a Christmas with none of the love or celebrations
No laughter or fun.
Christmas represents happiness
God gave us Christmas to celebrate, to love, to enjoy.
Enjoy that time.
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