The noble fir smells heavenly
Pervading throughout the room
Lights twinkle in red and green
Adding to its festive costume.
Stockings embellish the mantel
Eager to be filled with treats
Garland graces letters in gold
Spelling out P.E.A.C.E.
Dangling to model icicles,
White lights sparkle on eaves
Ornaments shimmer on branches
All this, the stuff of dreams.
But can dreams come true
When years become displeasing?
Amidst the tears and heartache,
Is there room for believing?
I have faith that joy weaves
Its way through the pain
Angels keep watch while Love
With its magic will remain.
I don’t know your story
Details are yours alone
But I do wish you Happiness
To seize and truly own…
As we listen to the marching rhythm
Of the exultant Christmas drum
For these holidays upon us
And for the New Year to come.
Lauren Scott
LatinosUSA 
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