It's that time of year where every child longs to see something under the tree.
Where the parents are all hoping that they get a deal for a buy one get one free.
Where every child gets up early, stays up late, and the parents drink the tea.
Where on every wish list is a child's plea/
for something of three.
One, a will of free.
Two, a present under the tree.
Three, a stocking stuffed with glee.
not exactly sure what i was doing with this but here have a bad poem :D
This is for an event so if you happen to stumble across it please don't judge it.
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Gift-Giving (Event 3)
Poetry"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘�...
