Yet this is the time to feel and
Remorse about the love we lost:
This is my loss of Love
in context to the relation of
your loveliness underneath the mistletoe.
Yet even if poured into the ‘special glasses’
The sherry in your hand somehow
never seems to taste quite so sweet.
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And even with your warmth
The fireplace still weeps tears
of over dramatic imagery.
Its sooty voice screams the name
of loneliness gripped
in a frantic search for presents
In Santa’s coal dusted stocking
And as I reminisce at days to become the past
Like the silver bubals that glisten in future fairy lights;
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All I want this year is to put up
my decorations upon my fake and fibre-optic tree,
And just pray I’ve been a good boy -
Show compassion to the
context of love towards obnoxious family.
Have I been a good boy?
Hoping that Santa will eventually,
climb down my dark and dusty chimney
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