Traditional Realms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Traditional Realms
Christmas is only days away, trees are asparkle with lights, balls and tinsel.
People are rushing around doing their individual shopping.
Making lists, intuitively deciding what to get and for whom.
Taking minutes to rest and get a bite to eat, enjoying the season, going to midnight mass on Christmas eve, propelling us into realms of
tradition with family.
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