Merry Christmas, My Children

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That I am That I am is the way that it is.
Nothing can be without me. I am before all.
All I’ve made is of Magic. I do nothing less.
I’m The Master Creator. Through you I express
Every manner of being within nature’s call.
I have made what is hers as well as what is his.

You are children oft’ naughty, yet sometimes you’re nice.
You do complicate life and make such an affair
Of your preaching to others of how they should be.
I am not about sameness through divine decree.
When you stumble and fall you think that I don’t care?
Listen to me within you is supreme advice.

Merry Christmas! Your lives are my gift to you all
And your deaths that will follow I give you as well.
Your brief stint on this earth is delightful to see.
With no propeller on me, I’ll let you all be.
Just keep up with the stories you’re destined to tell.
They may lead to your wisdom or to your downfall.

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