The Winds Of Christmas©

We get blown over by the holiday,
and get so loving and kind.
But why after christmas day,
are good deeds so hard to find?
Oh how time can fly,
good tidings over so fast.
They're gone in the blink of an eye,
why can't this feeling last?!
There is none so blind,
as those who can not see.
That the best gift to find,
isn't under any tree!!

Copyright ©2005~S@L~

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