Taking a deep breath,
Chilling air freezes the breath.
But festivities are in the air,
Braving to face the questions,
She walked to her thatched home.
Ranging from three to ten,
Curious eyes wait with abated breath.
She unfolds a nearly tattered Christmas tree.
Their joy holds no bar,
Within minutes it is decorated,
With candy wrappers and paper flowers.
And to treat them with gifts, as they wait,
The mother collects her tears.
Shining like pearls,
Kids treasure them in their boxes.
The Christmas blooms.
Christmas Pearls
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