Christmas Stand Up

Such request is not mine alone.

Sticks and stones might just break my bone

Though proceedings such as this might

Ceaselessly be yearly down right

With the sounding trumpets and horns,

Echoing. Oh! It just adorns.

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Boorishly something intervened.

My gratitude for you leavened

Altering into something rude

My perception of you is crude

And I wish my wish would come true,

Instead of a sore feeling rue.

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If only all these be present.

Gosh, the past sounds somewhat absent

When “No!” could prove to be better

Than leaving before the latter

Including the title above,

My hopes dashed as free like a dove.