The festive glass is lit so bold,
As warmth breaks through the crisp, clean cold.
Melodies erupt as we wrap, and make
Gifts from the mind, that are surely not fake.
Chocolate is poured with love
Over sticky candy in the shape of a dove.
But time is tight! It’s time to hop.
Making is wondrous, but what’s in that shop?
If gifts are late,
Will black coal be my fate?
Ah ha! We compromise!
To the inspiring greetings, I send replies.
I find that my neighbour makes beautiful things;
If I share of my money, she’ll fly on new wings.
Downtown, there’s a gizmo made with AI robotics,
It seems buying local is the new probiotics.
A relaxing holiday is in my reach;
Forgive me if for a minute I might preach:
With gifts of the right flavour,
We can each be our own saviour!
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