My Christmas Eve
I've got one thing for Christmas time
That I've had all the year---
The Christmas lights of your two eyes
Whenever you appear.
The sweetest, softest tinsel known
Hangs golden down your head,
While all the songs of lasting joy
Are every word you've said.
I have unwrapped you o'er and o'er,
My present without cease;
De-ribboned on the tissued floor
I clasp my Christmas Eve.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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