I saw this poem/commentary a few years
back, and I think it is worth re-posting here:
I awake on Christmas morning, warm
and comfortable on the sofa.
I couldn't wait for the morning to
come, so I snuck down and slept with the tree and the presents, full
of excitement and anticipation for the day to come.
All the lights are dark except for
the tree, and the colors are reflecting off the walls and the floor
in all shades of the rainbow.
The ornaments twinkle with reflected
light and reflectio...
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