Within the early hours of morning. Before the rooster crows. Another day surely passes. Outside the ground covered with snow.
Tree has bulbs and lights. Shining as the day surely passes. Till tomorrow has come again. Now so much more in need, the masses.
Fire burns in the fireplace. Wonder if Santa can make it thru? Better yet maybe, well....maybe is just a word. To bad not all words can be true.
I laugh at myself, but then again, I'm justa reflection of you.
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