is the magical touch of Christmas.
Icicles hang from roof tops,
a sign of winter's kiss.
Laughter drift's with zephyr's whisper,
spreading the delight of children.
Bright smiles upon each face,
as they wonder when Santa's coming.
Merry times fill the homes with love,
joy is pure and true.
The season is such a beautiful one,
all because Jesus loves you!




I like how you've incorporated both the true and secular aspects of Christmas within your poem, but I suppose that even Santa has his roots in the spiritual.









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