Poem Created by Rhea in Elder Class.

“Christmas time is coming, all the choirs humming
All the lights are bright, shining all through the night
This year has been kind of strange, with all the families out of range
Near or far, wherever you are, celebrate like a golden star.”
By Rhea in Elder Class.

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