Ground buried by flakes of snow;
Hear again the chimes so clear,
Santa on Rudolph, we all know.
It is yet again the time for gifts,
Buried beneath the trees so green;
We need to forget our tiny tiffs,
No room for things vaguely mean.
It is yet again a chance for peace,
So lost in the world's cacophony;
A shimmer of hope across all seas,
To bring in everlasting harmony.
It is yet another truly lovely reason,
For the gift named life, to be thankful;
To tell our loved ones, in this season,
How much they make life so meaningful!
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