O to chocolate so sweet and dangerous
thoughts of you cloud my mind
There was time I could devour
your rich contentment by the hour
Twas Christmas when the first box
entered my dwelling
Lack of control experienced by all
was the reality of the day
A tradition including consuming
your addiction became the way
To celebrate around the lighted tree
So much power given to thee.
By Lynn Hahn
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