Holiday Madness - Poem by Mary Nagy
What's the reason
for the season?
Is it pleasin'
Once the presents
are all open
we'll be hopin'
and just copin'
through the fun.
It's the stress
of all the wonder.
No more worries of each blunder
while our head goes further under.
Are we done?
Happy holidays to you!
With those simple little smiles
you can reach across the miles
all decked out in velvet styles...
Merry Christmas everyone!
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