One of my favorite feelings
Will always be
Watching snow fall outside
Snuggling up next to you
Under a warm fuzzy blanket
Fire burning, red hot
Heating the entire house
A soft smell of smoke
Wafting through the air
Watching Hallmark Christmas movies
Then we go to bed
Brush our teeth
Crawl under the covers
You wrap your arms around me
And we fall asleep
You loved the Christmas season
Singing songs and listening to Michael Buble
I know I said I didn’t like Christmas music
But I wish I had listened to it with you
I loved listening to to you sing
If I could do it all over again
I wouldn’t have asked you
To change the station
I wish I had cherished
The holiday season with you
Because now all I can think about
Is the holiday season without you
- Author: scebrynski ( Offline)
- Published: October 24th, 2021 21:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
yeah, those seemingly minuscule actions
we harper back to, in the After;
when we realise their importance
far - too, late..
thanks for sharing,
very relatable
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