On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me was one home,
one family.

Their wild,
and out there that it comes off as unnatural to others,
I can’t help but smile.

How they ranged from all walks of life and we can lean on each other,
with no in differentness,
of what others might say.

As any families,
we fight and sour one another,
but never for long.

On a holiday like this,
even it doesn’t have to be Christmas;
it may even be Hanukkah or Kwanzaa.

Three Kings Day is certain a name to call forth on.

St. Lucia Day or even Ramadan and maybe a few that escape my mind,
this moment,
but its December,
let’s be a family for just this once.

Let’s have a happy holiday as one and go from there.

Smiles and all,
that makes our days,
just a little brighter than before.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me was two promises.

One for now and another for down the road in life.

At first,
they made little less at a young age,
but now they do,
as what they meant.

Of how strong they are,
when you believe enough to let hold on,
like steel chains.

One promise was never forget the past,
in what was never known before,
and let it form,

The second,
was letting the future play it’s games,
not in distrust,
but that growing up and forgetting the past,
at times,
was never a huge choice,
but one that just lighten load,
on the shoulders,
enough to let them be.

In memory they’ll both be,
till the end.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to was three chances.

In those chances,
were those in matter of changing ways or never leaving them?

Growing up in hard for the mind,
never the body,
on a low level philosophy,
but this is true,
heavy as lead and sticky of a problem to some.

One chance was seeing what change would do.

Second was coming to terms,
acting like an adult or child,
forever how it took for,
us the people.

The third and last,
was it worth it?

To that there is only one answer,
no one really knows,
for it differed for anyone.

In time,
maybe all of us will know,
just not now.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me was four puzzles to solve.

As in life,
who one was,
and talent was all that it took to make through it all.

Life from start to end is the same to anyone,
no matter what they say,
what’s in the middle of it,
changes everything.

Of how one grows,
the age that became the statements that were always hope in doing something because of it.

Who once was,
the third puzzle always made the biggest impact,
as it was a make or break moment.

The last puzzle left only this to think about.

With that that talent that divides others in much ways,
are those that are taking steps forward or backwards.

In cases of now,
but soon three steps back will for step forward,
because they tried.

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