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There was no snow upon the ground,
And all the grass was short and browned.
The clouds were overhead,
The trees were all dead,
And nary a bird made a single sound.
The shops were filled with a great bustle,
The online deliveries had to hustle.
When things sold out,
There was little doubt,
There would then be a wild tussle.
I could not afford a shining jewel,
But to get nothing would be most cruel,
For my sweet wife,
The love of my life.
That was just the rule.
But all I could give her was my love,
This beautiful and kind and loving dove,
What better gift,
Can one’s spirits lift,
Than from the heart of Christmas thereof!
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Nicely done. I didn't notice the first time I read it it was in rhymes. It does not smell the effort of that constraint. I wholly adhere to the moral of the story.
Side note: there is a typo in the second to last verse I think.. sprits instead of spirits?
Side note: there is a typo in the second to last verse I think.. sprits instead of spirits?