Christmas - Poem by Paul Prescott
Christmas is love, Christmas is piece,
A time for laughter,
A time for you and me,
A time for us ever after.
Father Christmas is on his way,
With the gifts and toys for children,
Will he bring me you?
Will he bring me love?
Decorations and lights that are up,
Are those for all to see?
Are there for beauty,
Are there for us all like you and me
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