It is the time of the year,
When some recall the grace,
And I seek the one dear,
Yearning for a warm embrace.
All around is the festive cheer,
The trees festooned with lights,
Glowing, they do appear,
While unable to take in the sights.
Stars, Santa garbs at store fronts,
You're empowered to grant a wish,
Yet testing as the treasure hunts,
Is shopping that isn't solely selfish.
The plum cakes are in season,
As in donning red, green and white,
Wine backed by faith and reason,
Why wouldn't every heart delight?
Sure, the work does suffer,
Should it always be the worker?
Economy may begrudge a buffer,
Love, though, loathes a shirker.
When some recall the grace,
And I seek the one dear,
Yearning for a warm embrace.
All around is the festive cheer,
The trees festooned with lights,
Glowing, they do appear,
While unable to take in the sights.
Stars, Santa garbs at store fronts,
You're empowered to grant a wish,
Yet testing as the treasure hunts,
Is shopping that isn't solely selfish.
The plum cakes are in season,
As in donning red, green and white,
Wine backed by faith and reason,
Why wouldn't every heart delight?
Sure, the work does suffer,
Should it always be the worker?
Economy may begrudge a buffer,
Love, though, loathes a shirker.
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