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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Nov 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.27.15.44.2002]] |
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Snow flakes aren't drifting And you are so far On the top of your Christmas tree You won't be hanging a star. Rub you hands together To keep the cold away The angel's aren't a choir on this, Your special day. The ribbons and the wrapping, are strew about the room No time for flashing lights, For ahead the holiday looms. The frost has slowly settled, Smell of cookies in the air It's hard to believe That I won't be there. You're closing your doors To my Christmas song All adoration I'll give If you tell me what it is I did wrong. We won't exchange kisses Old mistletoe seems despaired All I want for Christmas this year Is the love we once shared. |