Jeffery McNutt

Rookie (January 01 01 1995 / Exeter)

whats Christmas


Christmas isn’t about toys
Christmas isn’t about money
Christmas is about giving food to the needy
Christmas is about loving your family
Christmas is to get time to spend with your family

What’s Christmas
Christmas is about the holiday
Christmas is about loving what you get
Christmas isn’t about sending cards

Christmas is about love

Submitted: Tuesday, December 09, 2008

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  • Rookie Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (8/8/2012 8:05:00 AM)

    I could not agree more with you. You are right, this well written poem expresses the true meaning of Christmas and what it should be all about… (Report) Reply

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