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The Watcher
They meet in secret
in the caves of the land
in the dark of night...
this un-American clan
They are sought
by the righteous
and hunted
by the treacherous
These people
who defy the laws
and flaunt
their defiance in pause
of meeting
one month a year
and daring
to share Christmas cheer
I stumbled upon
this gathering quite by chance
making my heart quicken
and my soul dance
They lit
candles and prayed
Hidden and watching
...I stayed
and in the candle light...
there was an un-American sight
I heard forbidden whispers
of 'Merry Christmas' that night...
©2005 Faye Sizemore
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