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All hustle and Bustle, there's No time to stop, People hurry And scurry They're ready to drop. It seems to come Sooner and Sooner each year, The houses and Malls decked In holiday cheer. Children writing Santa their Hopes, their wishes, Grandmas and Moms fixing Holiday dishes. Fathers go get Fir trees and Decorations, Kiddies can't wait For gifts and Christmas vacation. But it's more than Food and fun, Which has its part, One needs to know It is a Season of the HEART. ***Featured in the December 13th, 2004 Writers' Circle newsletter***
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