ps. Merry Christmas to everyone...the poem is more of religious
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The joy of Christmas
is to be Shared among all
on this day,
the saviour was born
He left his comfort zone,
heaven,
came to this world of sin
His birth alone was a miracle
He grew in wisdom
experienced everything that is to earth
His,was more of unjust
He endured all this
just to save me and you

He came,saw and died
in the most cruel way
With nails in hand
he still prayed for humanity
I haven't seen anyone like him

After exiting in the most cruel way
He came back miraculously
He is more than worthy to be celebrated.
© Graciela