My Christmas Gift
A Christmas Poem
True gift of Christmas we all see it.
Love and Family.
One day out of the year?
One day should be an infinite days.
We all know the 12 days of Christmas, the infinite days we see.
One family we never see one during the holidays.
That's not a true family.
The perfection of a holiday is a lie. Every day should be peace on earth goodwill to men.
But it's not.
The lie of Christmas shouldn't be. Christmas is a special time of a year yes. But every day should be just as special as this day.
My gift of Christmas is special it is a my family who always checks on me. Though we are separated right now, we will reunite and be forever bound.
My Christmas Gift is my husband.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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