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May 3
It is quiet in the halls.
All the merriment has died.
Paper lines the floors,
all the elves have gone to hide.

Tonight we will sleep in,
for there is no more surprise.
No cookies are left out,
just happy smiles on Christmas night
#12 in my Year One collection, from notes on 12/25
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
   Matt Bernstein
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