Wednesday, December 30, 2009

On Christmas Eve

Would she still want Christmas if it didn't look like artificial lights glowing on her street? The same shine down on her from the stores to blind her hazy belief that she wanted something more this time around. Would she still want Christmas if I didn't wrap her material lust in reds and blues topped with little gold and silver bows? The notion never took her as she sleeps without dreaming on Christmas Eve.

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