By Tom King © 2009
Christmas is my touchstone
It makes me smile at strangers.
It pushes me to reach out to
family.
It fills my head with music.
It tells me I should at least try
to be pleasant
To the harried clerk at Wal-Mart.
To the harried clerk at Wal-Mart.
Even though I am over-worked and
aching
Down to my very bones,
Down to my very bones,
I pull it all together one more
time; one more year.
And I am lifted up and taught to be
A better man than I had thought to be,
A better man than I had thought to be,
because
it’s Christmas
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