We’d arrive at the Ritz tired from the ride we’d walk right in side by side. We’d get ready for a night of laughs and dinner, then we’d joke about it later when you’d say I look thinner. We’d settle in for a nightcap our belly’s full of laughter looking forward to tomorrow and possibly many thereafter. We’d rise rather slowly moving around like some clowns after a fun filled night out on the town. We’d be off to the Plaza shopping and eating and being together all day making sure we’d stop to see Santa when we passed by his way. We’d eat dinner that night at the elegant Plaza III then walk in the falling snow admiring the lights in the trees. We’d head back to the Ritz walking hand in hand not saying a word wondering what has been planned. We’d stop at the door and I'd gaze into your eyes and I’d give you a small kiss and I'd then say goodbye. And that’s what it would be if it could only come true the Saturday before Christmas now a Christmas without you.Birth sign: Not entered
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