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Burne White


The Season of Christmas


THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS

Bright is the season of Christmas
As the snow settles white on the ground.
Frost sparkles rooftops and windows
Icicles dance all around.

Happy, the season of Christmas
As the sounds of good cheer fill the air.
Choirs sing the glad Christmas carols.
Laughter is heard everywhere.

There’s a fire waiting to warm us
As we dash in from the cold.
Trees wanting for tinsel,
Gifts needing bows.

Loving, the season of Christmas
As the folks find a way to be home
Joining the great celebration;
Jesus, the Christ child, is born

Submitted: Sunday, December 12, 2010
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  • Jean Dament (12/12/2010 5:29:00 PM)

    A lovely Christmas poem that described the Christmas season so well here. Well done & thanks for sharing. I gave it a 10.

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