Ode to Christmas

           By Bill Willson

      No more carols in the cold winter night,

     No more trees green, blue or white;

     No more packages tied up with bows;

     Christmas has gone wher e’er  it goes.

     We can’t bring it back to this time or place;

     It’s tucked away without a trace;

     Down deep in our hearts, far out of sight;

     And when we falter and can’t stand our plight

     We remember the good times had round the tree;

     When all was love in remembering thee.

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About bmwillson1936

I was born with writer's DNA, but it receded to the depths of my soul when I encountered the bitter facts of life.Much later after five decades of living I was assigned by my employer to write legal conveyances of land documents, and this drew out my natural love of words and putting ideas into the paper prison. Thus began my quest for publication.The road was long and bumpy, with occasional pitfalls, but I'm staying on until I can no longer put words on the paper that make any sense or serve no valid purpose. Here's to rebirth and the celebration of writing
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