Every day is ChristmasA Poem by willweb
It’s that time of year
again when lights are strung,
wreaths are hung and glass balls in every
color and shape dangle, glistening from evergreen
branches in homes, displayed in
front windows with plastic Santas, (some
waving) standing in Styrofoam snow for all who pass to see And I chuckle, not in a bad way, perhaps
in a selfish way, for you see, I know that
this is me, no matter what time of the
year it is because my heart is decorated with the most beautiful
ornament I could ever find…your love
And every day is Christmas
to me… © 2014 willwebAuthor's Note
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Added on December 17, 2014Last Updated on December 18, 2014 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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