(For Emily, my Muse)
The year creaked weary toward its end,
And autumn hardly saw the sun.
As wishers wished their Christmas wishes,
Gifters did their very best,
To answer every single one.
Some were simple, some were free,
The best I heard’s, “spend time with me.
Help me decorate our tree, check the lights,
And can you see, is there a better place for me?”
But now it’s time to down that tree,
And Christmas last was hardly free,
Of drama, tension, stress and angst,
But one thing’s certain, I give thanks,
The place I want for you’s with me.
And even if there is no tree,
For all the Christmasses to come.
My hope is just this single one,
That you and I will both agree,
I’ll be with you, and you with me.
(12.12.23)
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