The magic of Christmas
Isn't about the frozen
Works of art
That dance on the tip
Of your nose
Or the warmth
That radiates from
The gift of giving
It isn't found
In sneaking chilled
Cookie dough
When mom is busy
Cleaning up the mess
It can't be heard
In the laughter of family
While making stories
Of a lifetime
It isn't about
The mystery
That belief holds
Within a child
Who tries to keep
His eyes open
On Christmas Eve
It isn't one of these
It is all of these
And so much
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