Comes

Sometimes it was just that way
Like when it was the other day
Singing trees whispering rustles
Jostling about as shopper's bustles
To what the end of wit be thus
Here comes Christmas for all of us

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.