My Christmas - Poem by David Whalen
Decorations are up
Tinsel’s on the tree
All the women out shopping
All busy as can be
Kids happily snooping
“Where can the presents be? ”
Are there others out there (I hope not)
Who can’t feel the glee?
Or Is the season of Christmas
Lonely only to me?
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