Christmas Lost ?OR. Read Count : 55
Category : Poems
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That Eve grandies take the lead on
Night middled by fire beauty
Of folk tales only.
Mum, aunties , neices busying kitchen work.
Daddy , uncles making a proud of their hunt in the evening.
This era what ever it maybe
That village I come mum just orders food via this technology.
Forgetting the jiggles bells we heard and folktales that made us.SO SANTA CHRISTMAS WILL NEVER BE FOUND