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The Eve of Christmas and not one gift here to see, The First Time in my life on Christmas I haven't put up a tree. What am I becoming, someone I don't even know. Not a light of twinkling or even a soft glow. Christmas has always been my favorite holliday, up until this year. So many things have changed, ive lost my Christmas cheer. No kids to play santa for, they are all grown. The Holliday I once loved I now spend all alone.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
Christmas
The Eve of Christmas and not one gift here to see, The First Time in my life on Christmas I haven't put up a tree. What am I becoming, someone I don't even know. Not a light of twinkling or even a soft glow. Christmas has always been my favorite holliday, up until this year. So many things have changed, ive lost my Christmas cheer. No kids to play santa for, they are all grown. The Holliday I once loved I now spend all alone.
A once use to be favorite now so sad
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
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