Nothing Says Christmas Like a Haiku

crystals of newness
fall to cover my landscape
the earth is reborn


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perhaps Scrooge was right
and the holiday season
is naught but a chore


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gleaming and beaming
the face of the child lights up
brighter than my tree


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I give you my heart
I have nothing else to give
My gift is my love


PDH
12/20/2003