not a present could I buy.
No tree, no stocking -- all is bare,
except our hearts -- no lie.
This Christmas have we to shiver through,
hard times and blankets galore.
The holy manger had no frills --
no retail in any store.
This poem was begun by me on December 24th, 2022 and concluded on December 28th.
~ Turquoise
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