Friday, December 9, 2011

Warmth of snow

Every year,
It is the same routine.
'Tis the season to be jolly,
   But there's something missing.

The city's lighting up
Christmas markets set up.
Quite a wondrous sight,
   But stars aren't shining bright.

Wham! is playing on the radio
The classics get their new version.
All might be in place,
   But it is the spirit I crave.

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Truth is,
I do not care much for Christmas trees.
Don't want any gifts on Christmas eve.
Not expecting a kiss under the mistletoe.
Never wrote a wish list for Santa Claus.

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What cannot be seen,
And only felt from within
 Decorate the heart
 With ornaments of light.

What cannot be seen,
And only felt from within
  Exchanging hearts
  On dark, chilly nights.

What cannot be seen,
And only felt from within
   Seal my heart with a kiss
   Locked in your abyss.

What cannot be seen,
And only felt from within
   When the heart doesn't wish
   That state of relish. 

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Christmas is in the air,
When material things can't compare.
I'm on the outside, looking in,
What can only be felt from within.

The Christmas spirit grows,
I have felt the warmth of snow.
I'm on the outside, looking in,
A gift that can only be found within.

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