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The Magic Of Childhood & The First Christmas Lights
Childlike and wonder filled.
I walked for an hour.
Where like blood fresh spilled.
Snows tainted with colour.
By the first lights, many hued.
Driving out the night, worry and doubt.
It doesn’t last long, my mood subdued.
I return home to thaw out.
But for a while the magic was there.
The magic of Childhood,
And the first Christmas lights
