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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.....