Christmas Day

Like warm chocolate,

Waking up on Christmas day,

Anticipation.

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Presents hiding just

Out of sight, under the tree,

Daring mystery.

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And sweet smells of the

Pudding my mum used to make,

Like sunshine in snow.

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And then the snowman

That we rebuilt every year,

Frozen and chilled hands.

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At night, the stories

Of past Christmases we shared,

An ever-closer bond.

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And a dream of sharp

Snowflakes melting and leaving,

To return next year.