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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 "boy" says he doesn'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'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"d say VERY GOOD!!!!!!!!!!
Reply:its good
Reply:Silly soft sentimental smooth.
I! --Liked it.
dental
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