Christmas by E.G. Lenac
In this joyous time of year
A tear
Falls from your cheek
As the old and the meek
Gather peacefully in the center of town
And look into the brown
Of an old tree’s bark
And sing ’till the old start to cough and hark
And when the shining stars twinkle
And the leaves start to crinkle
Under your feet
It means that justice and joy are no giant feat
Because the joyous time is near
At the end of the year.
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