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YULETIDE BERRIES

By Aleyna Ovalı

On the grass the snow settled, 

All around the cold spread.

The berries on the trees finally nestled,

Hanging by a thread. 

 

The berries dripped their sap,

For what seemed like one reason.

The tree, elevated with gifts in wrap.

Well of course, it was the Christmas season.

 

Mother and father,

And sister and brother;

In front of the fireplace

For a man in a sleigh made with iron lace.

 

A time of miracles and happiness,

And berries and cookies.

The family was the chattiest

Hopeful for the morning with goodies. 

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