Christmas Poet in These titles mean nothing.
- Dec. 3, 2020, 2:04 a.m.
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To wondering eyes appear a sleigh with tiny reindeer -
To the top of the table, to the top of the tree, up with the star
With stamping of hoof, with gay snorts and laughter.
On the White House lawn, the sleigh lands so light
Eight tiny reindeer and Rudy, with nose so bright
Gifts, love, joy, hope, and welcome wisdom
To lead us to a healthy new year vision.
Cookies so crisp, fudge so dense, pies so sweet
We look to the future, remember the past
Glory in every day our lives will last.
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