The day got a head start
With a smile on the lips
And trots and skips
Of footsteps and heartbeats
Prepped with wisecracks and witty quips.
Chin-chin to the cheering chirps
That raised the sun with the melodic harps
That blessed the sky with the azure glow
And kissed the crowd with breezes that blow.
Thanking god almighty
For days that slide
Like Santa and his elves
Down the dark chimney
To brighten huddles
With hues in motley.
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