Christmas Cards Poem by Phil Soar

Christmas Cards



I love this time of year when everyone seems pleasant
Even though they look at you, as if you are a peasant
The love flows from their very being, toward the ones they hate
I better send them Christmas cards, before it is too late

Friday, December 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
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