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The scent of christmas
Slowly permeates the air.
As the days go by
My longings grow nigh.
As the bells jingle,
My heart tingles.
The music, the noise.
The cakes, the toys...
Don't matter.
Minutes seem like years
As I countdown the days.
I miss you.
All I want for christmas
Is you.
Slowly permeates the air.
As the days go by
My longings grow nigh.
As the bells jingle,
My heart tingles.
The music, the noise.
The cakes, the toys...
Don't matter.
Minutes seem like years
As I countdown the days.
I miss you.
All I want for christmas
Is you.
Published 7th Dec 2019
Author's Note
Anticipating the reunion with your love could seem like eternity.
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