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Dec 2014
What happens to our clocks each year
At Christmastime or near it?
Do they get to much Christmas cheer
Or just the Christmas spirit?

The clocks that were the whole year through,
dependable and steady
Tick hours off like mad when you
Have Christmas to get ready.
Yet, strange to say, those very clocks
Delight in hesitating;
They go to sleep between their ticks
When you are young and waiting.

By
Ruth Van Gorder
Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania
Christmas Ideals Magazine
November
MCMLXXXV
Written by
Robert Blankenship  Texas
(Texas)   
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