Christmas, a word with many meanings,
To children, a time where Santa delivers gifts,
To adults, a time where the family comes together.
But for all, a time of joy and happiness.
Eight pointed snowflakes deift from dark clouds,
The natural scent of pine, warms the air,
Lights twinkle on dark nights, decorations glitter.
A time of magic, sparkling stars, a radiant moon.
A cosy home, stockings hang over the fire.
The delicious, wafting smell of Christmas dinner.
Laughing, talking, as familes come together.
Torn wrapping paper, litters the carpet.
Christmas is a beautiful time,
It's magic is not defined by money, or wealth.
It is the people, the happiness of the moment.
It's not simply a day, but a celebration,
Of the good times of the year, and the bad.
So this year,
Don't concern yourself with trivial, material things.
Focus on who you're with, the place, the now.
Have a very merry Christmas,
And have dreams of the new year!
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