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Niveda Nahta Dec 2012
as I sit here alone
On the day of Christmas,
As the jolly shadows,
Of jolly people pass me by,
Laughter fills the air,
But I lay here alone,
Waiting for a text,
Or just a call,
Or the slightest
Voice of yours,
I get to hear nothing but sadness,
In myself,
You told me that you'd call me,
The first one to wish me 'merry christmas',
But here i lay asleep,
half awake,
But waiting in silence,
In darkness,
Hearing carols,
hearing reindeer jig,
Hearing bells ring
All around,
Its midnight now,
Still the snow's falling,
As I dream of standing,
And kissing you,
Under the misletoe,
A tear rolls down my face,
Still holding on to the thought,
Of you coming and staying with me,
But I know,
I've got to accept the fact,
that you'll never come,

'Cause the ones who go away once,
Never come back,*
They stay far away in the stars,
As my mom says,,
Guess I'll keep waiting for,
a last wish still to be told,
I wish I too get to stay in the stars now,
I don't  want to stay this way,
just,
Me,my silence,
Under the misletoe...
To someone who's no more.....:(
Misletoe surprise
your silver tinseled teases
wax poetic kisses
inexplicably move me
melt the heart to wisps of smoke
Takes me higher
An elegant beauty
a delectable delicacy
You are soft and sweet
The love you breathe on me
heals this broken heart of mine
Uplifts me
What I want for christmas dont fit under that
tree.
Cause it dont involve to much shopping.
Just very little clothes a warm bed and you and me.

You can warp yourself in a bow.
Well share some special holiday cheer.
Over the bed is the perfect place to hang the misletoe.

What I want my dear ya dont have to buy.
Have Ibeen good all year.
Well honey I did try.

Why miss claus I never knew you shopped at
fredricks of holywood.
Spike that eggnog turn down the lights.
we'll try to keep it a silent night
but I dont think we could.

Baby I want the same pressent every year
and for that matter why not every day?
Im just in the holiday spirt what can I say.

Yes from santa I expect a lump of coal.
Makes me wonder why santas so jolly.
Hey I wonder do they gotta ******* at the north pole?

What I want for christmas is a bottle of wild turkey
and you in my bed.
Yes it's more like the ******* mansion.
Than sugar blums dancing in my head.

So my wish for this christmas to yours and you.
keep these holidays happy instead of crazy pulling
out your hair listening to Elvis singin bout a christmas
so blue.

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