CHRISTMAS
Like a present,
Christmas comes.
Every year in a different way,
but always the same.
Never dreaming…
It’s impossible to do.
Although you think
you are an adult.
If you have a crib
with moss and flour,
you think you are into it
only for a moment.
And on New Years Eve,
when you drink champagne,
you think about your parents
about years in the past.
Like a child
in the Epiphany,
you feel that
this is true.
Although you grove,
always, at Christmas,
you will be
like a child, in the past.
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