Updated: Apr 13, 2023
Man, I’ll behead you if the drug-store door,
Isn’t held open. My hands are so full
Of Christmas presents, and I am far too
Noble to dirty my hands opening
It. The Christmas spirit told anarchy,
Now painted in the minds-eye so clearly,
That Jesus would have forgiven anything;
For He gazed on swirling snow that evening!
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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