Dear friends,
To snow, or not to snow, that is the question. The following Christmas poem may not require a handkerchief, but it reveals how some people may feel about it.
"BRIGHT CHRISTMAS"
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Now please don't take me wrong,
but when snow flakes come along,
I love to see their sparklin' glow;
but only coming down
to watch it cover ground...
but guess what? we all become snowbound!
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But back in times of old
when winter days were cold
at Christmas time when came the falling snow;
'twas great on Christmas day
when existed horse and sleigh,
but now in modern times.....it just ain't so!
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But now we're all snowed in
to our living rooms and den
and can't go out to get our shopping done,
but out upon the street are those whom dare to meet
in a battle of the fittest...barring none.
For all that falling stuff has made it mighty tough;
and Christmas time has turned into a mess;
so trudging in the white...becomes an endless fight,
with everybody's spirit put to test.
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So I'll tell you what I'm dreaming,
it's a Christmas that has meaning,
with sunny skies, pretty blue and bright;
when all can skate and run
in usual Christmas fun....
instead of plowing all that snow in sight!
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Yes, I'm dreaming of a Christmas
with sunshine in my sight,
and wish your days will also shine;
I'm dreaming of it bright,
with the Christmas cards I write,
and without the slippery slopping that we find.
For it hinders us from shopping...
when the snowdrifts deep and blocking
all the cars and people on the roam.
For those who dare attending
and end up "fender bending"
or even slip and breaks a bone;
and probably wished they'd stayed at home!
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I'm dreaming of a Christmas,
one when we're out and not "tied down",
with our friends we can visit
and everyone will wish it,
a merry Christmas cheer to all around.
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I'd be dreaming of a WHITE CHRISTMAS,
if we had a horse and sleigh,
like those of long ago..
when there came a Christmas snow,
but in our day and time... there is no way!
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So however you may take 'em,
come sunshine, rain, or snow,
you can always surely make 'em right:
just spend the time aglow,
for reasons that we know,
and may all your Christmases be bright!
By William E. Hardison (c)
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