The shortest day of the year, The time of Christmas cheer, The pamdemic and lots of fear, What will it be like next year, We need hope of better days, When the sun will beam down its rays, The springtime will come around soon, And lift us all out of the gloom. 😊 Original poem by me picsandthoughts
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