Christmas,
Christmas,
What a wonderful time.
Yes, this poem is going to rhyme.
It is intriguing,
Just like breathing.
Christmas is great
It is a time for no hate.
It is peaceful and chill , like a tree growing.
It goes by so fast without any of us knowing.
Christmas is very fun.
Even though it is cold but you can see the sun.
The presents, stockings and trees,
The thing we don’t like is the allergies.
It is a star shining bright
With all of it’s might.
This only happens every year,
With all the laughing and good cheer.
Gorzycki Middle School
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