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Christmas is a time of little time. How we get there is a mystery. Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb Into fields of sunlit harmony. Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards, Trimming house and tree while working, too Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards, As all worn out we do what we must do So that this day of joy might joy renew.

Nick Gordon

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