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There was something magic to be found
at Christmas in Victorian England --
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Fireworks popping,
In my ears,
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A mother's day of poem
is about our mother
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And as we pull gently apart
Hummingbird's wings couldn't beat faster than my heart
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Family
within this tiny house.
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Crooked, wrinkled newspaper
with excessive, overlapping tape
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To you I am just another
Face in the crowd.
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Oh My, Oh my where does the time go?
Here I am still without a nose
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It’s Christmas Morning
The tree is shining bright
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It's the time of year!
People putting up lights,
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I invited her over for Christmas
To show her some holiday cheer.
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We had to explain to our 4 year old granddaughter this year that Santa Claus was grampy, because we knew she would recognize him and didn't
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I love everything shiny, bright and always remember to add bling.
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Angel bright light
Bringing frightening announcement
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