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Virtual Mistletoe

It’s time for another Christmas poem,
cos it’s that time of year.
It’s to be filled with good will,
love and holiday cheer.
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I could write about Santa,
with his busy little elves,
maybe an ode to their toys,
now cluttering my shelves.
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I can get sappy for a tree,
our little spire of light,
I could rhyme about nothing,
as I do every night.
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My purpose was clear,
at the start of this poem.
Blessings received I was to emote,
but that’d be a tome.
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So now I’ll just end with good will to send.
Happy holidays to all, to all a good friend.
May your new year be one to transcend.
And a kiss to some, but that’ll depend.

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Christmas Free

The holidays upon us,
I’ve yet to get a tree.
Am I a Grinch or a Scrooge?
Cos I think they should be free.
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I look out my windows,
there’s plenty there to see.
I could hang some balls.
That’s good enough for me.
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But the kid’s home soon,
she’ll want a tree.
She’ll get a sad little one;
it’ll be cheap but not quite free.
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We’ll place it by the window,
decorated for all to see.
Christmas we’ll exchange gifts,
the best one’s free for me.

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