God made us a gift of laughter.
We must use it often
to hide stern, unhappy thoughts,
maybe harsh words to soften. We shouldn't laugh at others,
then they might laugh at us.
Giggly voices or silly actions
just might avoid a fuss. The tone of laughter is a song,
a tune we all should sing.
A melody that might accompany
happy angels on the wing. It's Christmas time around about,
I hear carols and sound of a bell.
Lights, Santas and Christmas trees,
crystal and brass with tolling and knell. Laughter of children bubbles around us,
making us laugh all the more.
It brings up happy memories
that we've laughed about before.

by Anne M. Blanchard

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