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This is a poem I wrote about Christmas Morning. I hope you enjoy. |
| Waking up on Christmas Morning Walking down the stairs Into the living room I see the Christmas tree lit up A fire going in our fire pit Gifts around the living Wondering where my hidden gift is Family Traditions around Christmas time Become usual The biggest gift being hidden Somewhere in the living room Never knowing where this gift was Not being able to find it until After my family gets our breakfast dinner Pancakes, bacon, Sausage and eggs Christmas Morning Traditions |