It's that time of year.
For everyone to spred the holiday cheer.

Stockings are hung above the fire.
You tell everybody what you got them but they all say your a liar.

You cry and dance with happyness.
Because of what you got on this wonderful Christmas.

by Jason Shiels

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........a magnificent poem, and intriguing ★
totally awesome poem. Great musicality
and she was sensual too