Christmas Poet in These titles mean nothing.
- Dec. 2, 2020, 9:04 p.m.
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To wondering eyes appear a sleigh with tiny reindeer -
To the top of the table, to the top of the tree, up with the star
With stamping of hoof, with gay snorts and laughter.
On the White House lawn, the sleigh lands so light
Eight tiny reindeer and Rudy, with nose so bright
Gifts, love, joy, hope, and welcome wisdom
To lead us to a healthy new year vision.
Cookies so crisp, fudge so dense, pies so sweet
We look to the future, remember the past
Glory in every day our lives will last.
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ConnieK ⋅ December 02, 2020
Those lives won't last so long if those White House parties continue to be maskless. Well, their days are numbered as it is. 49 days.
Beret ⋅ December 03, 2020
Yes, a new vision. With decency in sight. 48 days to go.
NorthernSeeker ⋅ December 03, 2020
Just reading these positive and hopeful words makes me smile.
Jinn ⋅ December 04, 2020
:-) . Hoping for a bright season.
Serin ⋅ December 06, 2020
There's all this lovely imagery but I'm stuck on the fudge. That sounds so good right now.
And the Rudy attending on the whitehouse seems to have covid.
woman in the moon Serin ⋅ December 06, 2020
My grocery has fudge - four or five pieces on a plate - all sort of flavors. they had pumpkin the last time I was there.