Is it truly that time of year?
How did it rush up to me so quickly?
I’m not ready.
I can’t be ready.
My heart isn’t in the right place.
My thoughts are scattered.
Shine a few twinkling lights into my
dark bedroom.
You’ll see it’s not ready.
Could it be here?
Are the Christmas specials on
at the right time?
My holly-festooned heart skips a beat.
Well, hang my mistletoe
and call me Santa.
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