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I
am thankful for
the Christmas
And the little
tousled heads
As they slumber
dreaming
peacefully
In their comfy
pillowed beds,
For the jolly
red-clad Santa
Who comes riding
through the air
Bringing goodies
in a sack
For lovely
children
everywhere.
Don't you feel
the Christmas
season
And the gaiety
in the air?
Don't you sense
the Christmas
spirit
And the gladness
everywhere?
Can't you
breathe the holy
stillness
And the
fragrance of the
night?
Do you not
believe in magic
When the world
is calm and
quiet?
Oh! if I live to
be a hundred,
I know each
December I shall
see
A magical joy
unfold each year
When we trim
that glorious
tree.
As long as there
are children
Their sparkling
eyes will impart
A glow of magic
at the Yuletide
And love within
my heart.
~Copyright ©
1993 Ruth
Gillis~
First
published in Tucumcari
Literary Review,
November 1993
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