Oh Christmas, oh how I miss you,
A yearning deep within my soul,
For the hush of snow, the skies so blue,
And the magic making spirits whole.
I miss the twinkle of the frosted pane,
The scent of pine and gingerbread,
The familiar comfort, easing pain,
And carols softly, sweetly spread.
I miss the laughter, light and free,
The crackle of the hearth's bright flame,
The simple joy of family,
Whispering each beloved name.
When winter winds begin to bite,
And days grow short, and shadows creep,
My heart recalls that sacred light,
The promises the season keeps.
Oh Christmas, oh how my heart yearns,
For your embrace, your gentle cheer,
Until your golden light returns,
I'll hold your memory ever dear.
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Oh, Christmas, why am I in this women's shop trying to remember what size, what colour, what style she said.
What is wrong with a big flowery dress, every woman should have one. Okay, underwear department, why does she need underwear, she has millions.
Okay, my task is done, I deserve a drink.
Such a nostalgic poem of fond memories. Christmas literally and symbolically a marker of all that is good about family, friends and mankind. It is an archetype of peace and harmony a safe and secure place to withdraw from a violent, cold and rejecting world. You set this so well and the picture is perfect an idealized memory. Loved it and it has such a sense of longing just as does a childhood fairytale
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