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Father Al and the Christ Mass
Little sleepers bedtime fidget,
Peeking at the packages
That are piled round the tree,
Race cars, guitars
And a purse that matches with
The shoes you got, a birthday gift
And the other’s Christmas wish,
Ribbon wrapped deliciousness
A peace we can’t forget,
And on this day we celebrate
The gift for those who will repent
The Heaven sent, son of God was born
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Do you like my new poem, Father Al?
AMEN! Beautiful....awesome! The %26quot;boy%26quot; says he doesn%26#039;t want anything for Christmas except to be home... and help paying his air-fare!
Glad my sis still has little ones to enjoy the fancy packages! For adults it%26#039;s just another visit to the check book or charge....God Bless the babes!
Wonderful, wonderful poem, TD, Thank you.
PS. My Uncle Al has been more like a father to me in the last 20 years than his own brother, my father! God Bless father AL!!
Reply:I thought it was an excellent Christmas poem.
To remember the peace experienced on any day, is appealing to me.
Reply:im in love.....
Reply:I%26quot;d say VERY GOOD!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:its good
Reply:Silly soft sentimental smooth.
I! --Liked it.
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