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Christmas At Andrea's
Mary Scardino
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I baked some cookies and bread,
wrote Santa Claus in lead,
lifted a trundle bed;
go on, read ahead.
I wrote this instead.
Now, go go ahead —
I sent the kids to bed,
washed and scrubbed my poor head.
Oh, how time fled!
Thanksgiving led.
Prayers were said.
Plans soon came to head.
The spirit of Christmas, revisited.
The Christ child, celebrated.
The magic of Christmas spread,
and the presents distributed.
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