Returns

by allthingsconfused

Lights are being unstrung,

Placed in boxes, and wrapped.

Ornaments now are hung

In closets or attics.

Pines are put down outside

Together to be lit.

 

For once a joyous tide,

Today cannot be fit.

A child asks his mother

For Christmas everyday.

“Child,” replies the mother,

“We have our bills to pay!”

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