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Christmas
Christmas,
A different tint a different
Shade for everyone,
For some,
A continuous reaching back
For something that was,
Once,
For others,
A
religious experience
Perhaps a simple celestial
Celebration both wrapped in
The mists of truth and myth of
Antiquity,
And yet,
For most a time
Of selling and buying
Crazy things that have nothing
To do with whatever the celebration,
Mindlessly stretching wanting, wasting,
Emptiness to new lengths.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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