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As the wind blows past His window
And the loving sun shines upon His pretty face,
He feels a funny kind of joy
And He knows today is going to be special.
He gets up every morning knowing what the day will bring
He tries to fill His life with happiness,
He lives for the joy He brings
He's never without a smile.
He is not famous for his work or money He owns
The children of the world knows Him for the joy He brings,
He only comes once a year, He's never late
He's not real, but who cares.
He will come every year until the end of time
He will not let us forget
It's a time for love and sharing
A time for caring for all.
It's Christmas Time
We must never forget
What Christmas stands for
We must never forget
The love
The sacrifice
The Father
The Son
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This is a very nice piece. I am especially intrigued by your intentions when choosing to capitalize the word "He" when referring indirectly to Santa Claus (or whatever name you refer to him as). Either you were showing him a very high level of respect or you were alluding to the idea that he is connected (or IS) God. Either way, very nice. I do wonder about the form a little, though... It seems like the kind of poem that would benefit from consistent line lengths or something along those lines... I wonder...
