Christmas...
Its time its time
to make up books and rhymes
about that season we all know and love
where every year
we share kisses and hugs
under a plant called mistletoe
while we wait for the fat guy to scream Ho Ho Ho
He comes down the chimney
or threw the door
where ever year
we go to bed
dreaming great dreams
with little visions in our heads
While we sleep away he comes and goes
and every year the kids don't know
when he goes back to his sleigh
and takes off into the night
he yells
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night..
Dicky Haze Community Member 
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