Christmas time is mouthwateringly sublime
the treats and candy just keep coming
and best of all, THEY ARE MINE
just picked last Fall,
sugar plums are fermenting for chumming
After the figgy pudding,
the pie and coffee are putting
me in the mood for something good
gather the friends and pull the corks
sugar plum wine for the neighborhood!
(ID's checked at the door)
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