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Thinking ChristmasIt's Christmas time, or so i am told The seasons have turned and i am feeling the cold All wrapped up in my nice warm bed Waiting for Santa to come all dressed in red Although he seems to be taking his time this year Maybe he's forgotton his festive cheer My brother told me once he was not true And that it was Daddy who bought me that trainset of navy blue I hear young boys and girls sing songs of joy But i am still wondering about that navy blue toy Christmas time, so fun and kind But Christmas is strange, to the blind Vote for this poem
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