Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
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Out on the windy hill
Under that sudden star
A blaze of radiant light
Frightened my master.
He got up, left our sheep,
Tramped over the moor.
And I, following,
Came to this open door,
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I can recall a happy time
A happy time for me and you
The joys we shared
The sorrows, too
When we were young
I can recall the happy times
The happy times of every day
The made up tales
The scoldings, too
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Children detangle from thin strands of slumber
They stretch their shoulders and rub their bright eyes, floating out of bed and down the hall
Swift to smile with cherubic cheeks, glee in their hearts and ruffled hair
In front of the tree they glide and twirl, dancing in the colored glow
The sun down, the sweetness of sugar plums spins sleep into cotton candy
Sugary dreams stick like pudding in their minds, turning from sleepy muddles into Christmas wishes
Red, green, blue, yellow- the gleams shift as lights sway with the dance
Wishes come true with the year almost new, hopes and dreams laying under the tree
internal countdown begins
like ants to freshly landed
sugar crystal
like sunflower to rising sun
peeping from cover
like expectant pyjama'd tyke
on Christmas morn
a feeling, full grown or so,
but couldn't quite shake
Jack Horner was an impish little boy, who lived on Cherry Orchard farm;
That produced varieties of fruit. For a mellowing sun, kept groves warm.
The Horners had always been a serious set-no nonsense, like spring rain;
And tried to teach their son responsibility, like time's jewels that remain.
But, alas, it was a big challenge, with hilarious grasshoppers in the hall!
Sent early to bed, he laughed long, the way you only laugh, when small.
Friends came face-to-face on fun Fridays, as February fled into summer,
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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.
Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played all seasons,
Making skinny scarecrows and fat snowmen, like blizzards of no reason.
Horses were a common sight in the area, like the pastel beauty of dawn.
The Morrises had yet to aquire one, like black velvet, once moon is gone.
Flexible friends frolicked with Violet and Edna, like thrills of the first fall;
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mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour
red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting
pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing
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