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Christmas time.

A gross consumer of consumption.

A gross commercial venture in overspending.

A gross over indulgence of production of repeats.

Too much turkey.

Too much food altogether.

A gross exploitation of money spent on goods.

It’s a waste.

But is it, the payment of happiness is never too small, but money it isn’t.

Xmas is people, friends a visiting each other,

 Time spent together at December time.

That’s the Xmas spirit

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