Poetry!
The holidays are coming fast,
The parties and fun are a blast,
A mountain of presents amassed,
But this feeling of joy cannot last,
Long after the holiday's past.
I sleep until noon every day,
Eat a lot more than I weigh,
And though the sky is all grey,
Ride through the snow in a sleigh,
And sing "Jingle Bells" all the way.
But this year is a holiday low.
There is mud and no snow,
Everyone's feelings of woe,
Are starting to grow and to grow.
Is this the new status quo?
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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