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A Memory





The room was dark and silent

Ginger filled the air

A place of peace and harmony

With a given sense of care.





Trees a standing masterpiece

Stockings marked the wall

Fire died a time ago

Tree takes pride in standing tall.





Blue lightes hit the tensil

Given off a timid glow

Color reveils a melodie

Whispers a hymn, of words we know





The memories a little blurry

But It never fades away

For thats the Christmas reality

That I carry on today...