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The smell of pine fragrance is in the air
as Christmas trees are harvested everywhere.
Soon trees will be adorned with bulbs and lights,
adding color to homes for holiday delights.
Children will be making lists for Santa to fill,
parents will be shopping in the cold winter chill.
Some of our loved ones may not be here
to enjoy this season of holiday cheer.
Every Christmas many say "Peace on Earth"
to attain this task we need to value our worth.
Each life is precious from a Beggar to a King
when we learn to love each other, all the Angels will sing.

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