The Christmas Spirit

It was a cold December Day,
As the snowflakes were in play.
The colorful lights blinking on and off,
The smell of the warm chicken broth.
The smell of warm ginger-bread,
Sneaking into little children's heads.
The rustling of wrapping paper,
The warm blanket with tassels and taper.
The sound of St. Nick,
The clock going tick, tick.
The Christmas Sprit turning,
The warm fire burring.
It only happens once a year,
Don't make it a hidden blur.

~M.A.P

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