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‘Twas the day after the day
and what more could I say
my heart longs for there somehow to be
some way to prolong all this glee
little girls and littler boys
all have so many new wonderful toys
forget the new underwear and socks
that one just plays with the box
friends and family seem almost desperate
to gush such well wishes it sounds intemperate
like Christmas day is some critical time
to greet others, it’s the day that is prime
but it’s just one like all of the rest
364 more we are put to the test
oh how I wish we could all learn to be
more like this all the time, sans the tree

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