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Christmas Magic Faded


Christmas was everything to me when I was younger Now there is no more magic left to fulfill my hunger When I was small, I tried to do all that was right For I had to be good, so my Christmas would be bright I miss searching for Santa's sleigh throughout the night Hoping and praying, he would not skip my house The thought of it filled me with nerves and fright And if he came while I was awake, I would be as quiet as a mouse I tossed and turned in my bed, ruffling my blankets like a song See, I was just too anxious and it was taking much too long Christmas morning was the best day in the world My happiness was so great, it danced and it twirled But now I am older and the magic has faded away Oh, what I would do, to go back and make it stay I miss those memories oh so badly However, they were so great, I cannot help but look back gladly.
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JackieTayTaayy
Just something I wrote around Christmas time.

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