MERRY CHRISTMAS DUSTANOVA.

[Medea Emeiyenae]

Merry Christmas Dustanova!

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And snowbells ring through the days
While Father Christmas toils away
To tenderly play the midnight hours
In planting dreams like winter flowers.
In the house just down his street,
There are greedy children with wishes to meet
And anxious parents who look at their eyes
To fill their thoughts with little white lies:
“I'll buy them all of their hearts' desires,”
They promise each other, digging deeper into the briers,
Sometimes forgetting the truth in whole:
That the gifts so yearned for are for less fortunate souls.
Children in this holiday season
Have learned a far kinder way to reason:
They demand all they can and list their wants
Expecting their parents to meet dramatic taunts
Then, when Christmas closes, and all is achieved
They dump out their new toys on snowy streets
And dismissing their presents, they watch with sly eyes
As those more deftly in need accept their surprise.
The bitter end of daunting holidays
Lies not in the want or amateur craves
But for all of our cynics, and sniping to boot -
the most cumbersome, most greedy, sneak to give away loot.
And Santa, that fox, he laughs jolly at night
His task made easier and his workloads made light
For those that don't believe in Christmas are the ones who give most
To those that need believing with which to toast.

With love,
-Your Tarot

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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