Getting "It"
A Short Poem About Holiday Reflections In Verse
It's in all the twinkling sparkling bulbs used to light or the tall standing candles lighting through candlelight
It's held in every Star, snowflake, snowman, gingerbread house, Rudolf, Santa and elf placed just right
It's found in pies, cakes, breads and the cookies left out at night
It's found in knick knacks and gifts hidden from peeking eyes on the shelf at a hard to reach height
It's found with loved ones traveling great distances with crowds on a flight
It's found in a marriage of merging of family delights
So, what is "It" that has the power to unite?
A wonderful feeling thats light that fills us just right, each holiday night
Helping us reach greater personal heights through flights of delights
That unites through community with help of experienced holiday acolytes
It's the kindness and giving, found in the stories the holiday seasons writes
It's Christmas, it's Hanukkah, it's Kwanzaa, it's Bodhi Day, and more
It's the goodness in the spirit of people at "It's" core
So be blessed and bless-ed don't let "It" go ignored
Happy Holidays to all, share "It", the world offers so much to adore!
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