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Missing Christmas

Missing Christmas

The holidays are on us,
My mind starts to roam.
Thoughts are with our loved ones,
Miles away from home.

I won't be home again this year,
For Christmas or new years eve.
These wheels will be turning,
So another can take leave.

I'll be missing you my love,
But I'll call you on the phone.
Time spent far away,
Hurts me to the bone.

Missing Christmas morning,
Presents 'neath the tree.
Wrapped in your arms,
Is where I'd rather be.

Keep the blankets warm,
One more week to go.
I'll kiss your tender lips,
Under the mistletoe.
Written by Poetmaster1
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