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Dec 2011
Your conversations consist
of bragging, and
trying to out do your friends.
You want to win.

That's what Christmas
has become.
A season of
who gets the most.

While I sit here in my shoe-box residence.
No Christmas tree.
No presents.
Nothing.

Not by choice,
but by lack of resources.

And you know what?
I'm happy.
This year, I learned
that getting presents
isn't everything.

Giving
Watching
Smiling
Compassion
are the things that keep
Christmas spirit alive.

So while you unwrap your ****,
wondering what you get-
I will silently sit,
smiling through all of it.
Written by
Cece  F
(F)   
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