The socks are never empty

Let the sun shine on my shoulder

Let the pains sublime

The jingle bells are ringing already

For sure it is celebration time

Your secret Santa has gifts for you

Gifts gay and bright

It lays on you to fetch that glee

So run to merriment upright

Let work take a back seat

Let haters put to mute

Its the time to rub shoulders with joy

Because twinkling eyes are cute

If your socks are empty

Kitchen devoid of the aroma of bake

Look around for inspiration

There is something for all to take

Life I believe is worth a spark

It is worth a stunning lead

A Festival is just a chance

To let endearment knead..

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