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Dec 2023
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                               On This Feast of St. Stephen

If Good King Wenceslaus looked down today
He might well ask in irony if we
Have adequate food for these Twelve Days
With our leftover hams and yams and rolls

Coffee and tea, chocolates from Italy
Bread loaves so ****** they incense the air
Potatoes and puddings and plates of cheese –
Our cry is, “I couldn’t eat another bite!”

So are the gifts we left on the Jesse Tree
For some poor man are all that they might be?
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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