You still catch my eye,
Every year I'm hoping you'll come back,
Standing where I stood all those years ago.
It's a holiday but nobody's celebrating,
We're all around,
Looking down,
At what's in our hands.
It's awkward,
Messy,
And not so routine,
But that's what makes it perfect.
It's the Christmas I remember with you.
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