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Its Christmas eve. Another 30 minutes, just another day, no different from all the rest. Yet its celebrated as if it will save the world. Stores close and lights turn on, lighting up with world with carols and cookies.
Its Christmas eve and families are gathered together, little kids are wide awake waiting on "Santa", though I believe that the tale of Santa is quickly dying as every day goes by.
Its Christmas eve and lovers are loving, wrappers are flying and mistletoes are everywhere.
Its Christmas eve and we are seperated, though I am woth the one I love. Its supposed to be about youre family and gathering anf cheerful. I remember when we used to have a family, a mother, a father, a grandmother, and siblings. Now i have my own. A lover, 2 puppies, 2 guinea pigs, and grandma. <3
Authors Note:::(This has a really strong meaning behind it, though nobody will truly understand it, but everyone is always saying how Christmas is about family. I have my own little family now. I miss my dad, and i feel sorry sometimes about my mom. But in reality its been yeas since Christmas has meant family to me, but tonight I feel that I have my own. I hope that it will last.)
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2016
PoetryThe ending to and old, and the begining to a new year. This text is covered by the international copyright laws. This content may not be copied to another computer, published, stored, reproduce or altered in any way. Any violations of this is punish...
