Late one Christmas Eve it was already morning
a shepherdess awoke without sound or warning
The youngest was nearby without anxiety or resent
so what was it that had her so uncontent...?
Blessings she should have counted instead of sheep
but still obsessing of one she was loosing sleep
So anxiety enveloped her in a boa-embrace
it fluttered it's wings and kissed tears from her face
Until puttings these feelings away or at least out of head
It was unlikely she would ever be happy instead
So she tucked memories in a box and put them away
not calling it a night but instead a very merry good day!
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