Christmas Magic Merry Waiting

A poem about the magic of Christmas

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Photo: Vladislav Murashko Pexels.com

Twas a fortnight before Christmas and all were a scurry
Seeking fool’s gold in a frightful-wish hurry

Hearts weighing heavy but trying their best
Holding back teardrops for all laid to rest

Think of the children the new battle cry
Pushing back despair and questioning why

Gingerbread houses and candy Cain visions
Simulating life’s past holidays' indecisions

Moving ahead while the heart remains past
Fearful their world was fading too fast

Think reason for a season be grateful and glee
All will be well with the power of three

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit your way
Blessings this Christmas and every other day

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