Dreams are a little touch of fantasy,
A portal through which we view,
Another realm, another world,
Of magic and growth.
There are but a few times of the year,
Where we can visit dreams while awake,
With joy and hope,
As if as a child.
With the anticipation,
We gain wonder and awe,
While we count down the days,
To the coming celebration.
Families of blood and choice,
Bring us comfort and love,
As we reciprocate,
Their affection and gifts.
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