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Christmas Without a Christmas
The pine tree by the bay window stands bare,
naked and immodest.
To be ornamented is a sin,
and it's a blessing to be so very naive.
'Tis the season...
Dangling from the arch above the door
is merely a few twigs held together by poison-berries;
yet I almost felt the urge to stand beneath it,
a friendly reminder that I'm still here.
still here.
...somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me.
Warm liquid chocolate has never tasted more bitter
nor has its aroma ever been so sweet.
Perhaps I'll give it up for Advent;
yes, give you up for Advent.
We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman...
And when the trees dust snow from their limbs
it's a constant reminder of how old we grow;
if you promise not to age a day,
I promise there'll be no Christmas this Christmas.
...if the fates allow.
