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As it happens, as long as I can remember, we cut down a tree every December. when eyes lay upon it, you just know It's the perfect tree by shimmering, sparkling snow
We hang lights and ornaments all about the tree, While my dad held the camera saying "one, two, three" Tree decorations from years long ago, Childish paper decor that I will never outgrow.
We have a group of movies that we watch each year, That make us laugh, smile, and fill us with cheer. Over and over, they never get old, I never get tired of the stories that are told.
When Christmas morning arrives, we hustle downstairs, With tired eyes barely open to view gifts of mine and theirs. Almond cake for breakfast, a living ritual. Blurry eyes stare at the Christmas light visual.
Around two o'clock, from the doorbell, a chime, The yearly hosting at Christmas time. Grandma and Grandpa, our two welcomed visitors, The bright, delighted school inquisitors.
We sit down to our feast with classic dishes near and far. Norwegian flatbreadmakes its appearance, although sounding bizarre, And grandma Pat's potatoes, a real crowd pleaser, Leave dinner guests full while they leisure.
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