I've always loved writing poetry and even took some advanced classes in college. For some reason, the urge to tap that creative outlet called a few days ago. My professor would flunk me, but it felt good to stretch these writing muscles again.
The Christmas King
Christmas tress and glowing lights,
fire pops on winter nights.
Families gather near and far
like wise men traveling to find the star.
Christ child centers the manger scene,
Mary and Joseph's faces gleam.
Celebration focused 'round this tiny babe,
born to die to free the slave.
The essence of love in a bed of hay,
this King of Kings we celebrate on Christmas day.
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