I remember Christmas
Well, hey there!
I remember you, Christmas.
You’re the sights, sounds and tastes
of my dearest yesterdays.
Your hugs and laughter
have not ghostly passed
they are part of us - we’re imprinted.
Let’s dance and laugh at obsidian oblivions
celebrating as one
until time itself comes undone.
.
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A song for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_19.mp3
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