I stare out at the snow falling down upon the frozen ground This dark night Thinking of the days before Christmas The many people laying awake in their beds Dreaming of Christmas morn when they awake to find A day where harsh words and sudden obscenities are hard to find Where anger and hatred is left upon the doorstep with the snow Where love and forgiveness for all is spread world wide And ponder, as I lay here Within this bed Red lights decorating the walls of my room The single Christmas tree Presents spread around How the season has changed since childhood I remember... Sitting in the backseat of my dad's car Christmas Eve night Just a little girl Gazing up at the sky with starlit eyes Trying to find some bright light that would indicate Santa's sleigh Yet I never saw it The lights were always airplanes Perhaps to join families back together for the holidays I would lay awake as I do now Trying to listen for the sound of Rudolph's candy coated hoofs upon the roof above my head And hope that Santa wouldn't catch me peeking Run down Christmas morning, the glitter of sleep in my eyes And the anticipation of the opening of gifts And open each gift in the excitement of seeing what each gift was Then playing with them the entire day Endlessly Now Christmas is very different There are endless parades of malls and stores Trying to find that “perfect” gift for that special somebody Endless baking and cooking And cleaning Never any time to sit down My excitement of the day to come is even greater Yet the joy of opening gifts has gone away for good The only joy is found in giving to others Seeing their faces brighten as they unravel each gift A sense of completeness as you find you’ve brought happiness to someone’s life At least for a moment or two Yet Christmas still has that special something That special something that makes you want to get up in the morning Put on the xmas music and just start dancing as you bake and decorate Or you standing underneath the mistletoe trying to sneak a kiss from your loved one I wish sometimes, though, that things would go back to how things used to be And I’d be that little girl again With the long light blonde pig tails Looking up at the moon Christmas Eve Trying my best to spot Santa I miss Christmas.Birth sign: Scorpio
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