At Christmas Time,
We sing of mistletoe and wine,
Holly hanging in reefs,
And wood burning on the fires.
It’s the time to rejoice,
The time we use our voice,
To spread cheer and love,
And are thankful for what we have.
A time to toast to life,
And acholwedge past strife,
To raise a glass to those,
Who are no longer with us.

©The Pesky Poet

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