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Nov 2021
My Christmas stocking left me with overly shocking.
That each year was without Christmas joys and oh yet, oh boy...
It was an art and out and of doubt.
I was ever again each year alone on Christmas already with a frown and wishing it all over by then. Because I can't say Merry Christmas all year around hoping I"ll stay when it's over then.

Some families have Christmas ornaments on a tree. When it'll ever be enough when you'll see me for me.
Some families have traditions while I'll be grateful that I will be wishing them after all while it feels like they're all having a ball.

Some families have dinner at the dinner table but wish someone lighted a candle for me as I'll have dinner but only for me.

Since Christmas has changed and how alone I had felt. Christ was.
the only my one in a lifetime gift
I started to see those things wishes granted and not take it as it is.

As a Christmas tree as pretty as a bee. Soon a tradition or two was like no other as it was so good to be true and it was still.

As I am now reflecting and smiling at the family table I wouldn't trade it for the world and hope some stay here to say it truth be told.

Before I mattered not the most because there was no time making them a desire from my heart.

Wishing Christmas wasn't alone for her was the best present seen yet to come was for enjoying His presence was a dream lit up like never before.

...And she'd replied with a love that lasted forevermore...

Singing under her mistletoe was the first thing that took away since the very first snow that never be missed.
Diane K Pak
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Diane K Pak  24/F/Philadelphia, PA
(24/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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