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By elocution Date: 2002 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.28.06.50.19854]] |
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Christmas Recall Oh my love, where have you gone-- you have left me with memories of Christmas past. Our first holiday- our lips met for the first time under the Mistletoe. The smell of cookies as they came out of the oven, the sweetness of the hot cider gosh I miss you so desperately! Our second Christmas........ the walk through the snow yet I felt so warm even though the air was crisp and cold. Snowflakes danced on our eyelashes, our tongues merrily tasting. Our third Christmas..... and alone am I Sitting here under the blanket in front of the fireplace, embracing only your memory. I pray the Angels bring you back! |