On Saturday we got our Christmas tree. It was fun. We went with the Ashbys and the Ballards. We had hot chocolate and cookies. Now we have a decorated tree. It's so pretty. There are a zillion presents under there. I can't wait to see them all opened.
Here is poem I wrote.
The Christmas Season
The Christmas season has sprung.
It's something quite magical and special.
Christmas can be rustic and quaint
or
brightly colored and new.
When I walk into the room were the Christmas tree stands.
It greets me with warm loving boughs.
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