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An Advent Poem

November 30, 2022

Puffy songbirds with clear blue eyes
Happy children skating, cheeks rosy red
Santa’s clothes are drying while he prepares for work
And Mrs. Claus keeps him very well fed.

It’s a grand old time
It’s a glorious time
Everything old is new again
Not even a scratch.

But there seems to be a little smudge
deep down in my psyche
I didn’t even know was there
until God saw it fit for my suffering.

Now I know through and through,
do not wish for the past
but take the memories and the lessons
so that your innocence might last.

Those are my parents songs
Those are my childhood decorations
I remember the friends I won’t forget
May I always have this time to revisit tradition.

Photo by Hert Niks on Unsplash

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