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“Boxing Day”
Presents unwrapped,
Feasts consumed.
Less crazy life,
Re-resumed.
Christmas comes,
But once a year.
Family, friends,
And magic air.
Boxes stacked,
cardboard fold.
Carols sung,
New and old.
Stockings away,
Elves at work.
Santa’s list,
Renewed rebirth.
Of all the times,
I hold most dear.
This joyous, wondrous,
Time of year
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2 responses to ““Boxing Day””
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I read this entire poem to the tune of the first eight measures of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”…on repeat. Not sure why, but it fits quiet nicely. Give it a try! 🙂
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Thank you! Will do
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Hello,
I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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