The Paradox Of Christmas
whatever was it that we value in our hands,
with so much love, carefully closed inside our fingers,
saying ' this is mine totally now! ' my dear friend
to make these things yours forever
you must know, must always be given away
you must have seen, how they are taken away
from those who wanted them selfishly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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