Christmas is a time of little time   "Christmas is a time of little time. How we get there is a mystery. Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb Into fields of sunlit harmony. Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards, Trimming house and tree while working, too; Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards, As all worn out we do what we must do So that this day of joy might joy renew." Copyright © Nicolas Gordon ~ Poems for Free ~ * Back to the Poems Menu *     ~ Graphics by Village House Graphics ~ This poem is used here with the permission of the author. Please, visit Mr. Gordon's site if you want to use this poem. Thank you ! | Back to the Christmas Menu | This page was created on: November 24th 2001. Updated on December 26th 2002. [ Site Index ] [ Home ]

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