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by 

Siena Barnes

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Christmas time is coming

And so snow will follow

Birds chirping loud, the morning sound is hollow

Hoping Santa came, you can only guess your luck

Filled with excitement and hope that you didn’t get stood up

Mom knocking on the door saying it's time to get up

The smell of hot cocoa as you open up your eyes

And also gifts to come, that may find you by surprise