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    Because I like writing poetry, I thought you might like this one:
    It's a whimsical thing, is Christmas
    By the light of the silvery moon
    It's a whimsical thing is Christmas
    A scent, or the twirl of a tune.
    It's the forgotten things of Christmas
    That makes it what it is
    It's the forgotten things that linger
    On the edge of your mind like a kiss.

    It's the feeling that Christmas gives you
    Half warm and half frosty white
    It's the feeling that Christmas is with you
    In the glow of the golden night
    It's the Christmas of youth that is with you
    The glitter the fun and the joy.
    It's the Christmas that you long for
    Simple pleasures that never cloy.

    It's the stirring up of the pudding
    In the kitchen redolent of spices
    It's the baking and shopping for hours
    And the hiding away of surprises
    It's a magical thing is Christmas
    The holly, the ivy, the tree
    It's a magical thing is Christmas
    The tinsel and sparkle and glee

    It's the Christmassy feeling of safety
    That nothing can ever go wrong
    It's the Christmassy feeling of sorrow
    When you long for those who have gone.
    It's a whimsical thing is Christmas
    Each year I swear it won't get me
    It's a whimsical thing is Christmas...
    No sorry, can't go on, got to go and shop. bake, decorate, sweep chimneys, stuff turkey, buy great-auntie a present, write 150 Christmas cards, no time to finish poems.....

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