You've helped your kids put out cookies and milk
In your soft plush robe and nightgown of silk
Life is perfect and your tree is glowing
But your children went to bed not knowing
Tomorrow marks the birth of a savior
Yet they wouldn't know from your behavior
You're happy to make sure Santa is fed
And there's gifts galore wrapped in green and red
To not mention Jesus, I think that's odd
He is the birthday boy and He is God
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
