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Grief at Christmas
Grief comes at Christmas as at any other time
But at Christmas grief is more poignant,
And can cast a spell of gloom
While some happy round the tree, feasting,
And enjoying the moment
Others have no room,
For happiness has fled out the window
The parcels wrapped in red
Are lying where Santa Claus left them
And the cards are left unread.
For people who lost folk at Christmas?
Time drags and heavily hangs.
Oh why did they die at Christmas?
It’s so hard to understand
poem
by
Daphne Grant
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