not having a traditional dinner
so we say, then we'll see.
you know how it goes.
depends on how cold wind blows.
we'll see for the two of us.
knowing my mind's memorys holds keys
Oh, Yes please. i recall. winter snow falls.
for past years, family and friends.
this is the measure of holiday all.
years in our hearts
days go without saying.
holiday's call.
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