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For some folk, Christmas is hell on earth

Those who remember big family gatherings

And now sit alone

I shed a tear, wishing I could be near

A child’s first Christmas, a thing of joy

Opening gifts, spreading smiles across

The family gathered

Like an electric shock passed on

A joy relived, a rare gift not all will receive

So knock on a neighbour’s door

See if they are okay, then everything will be…

©anitadawes