Christmas Love
In my Christmas dream fragile snowflakes fall,
as blinking lights sparkle like twinkling stars;
the flakes start to feel like a waterfall,
and love embraces and true bliss is ours.
My dream is magical and I know him,
he is my sweet darling gone up above;
we kiss, entwine- for passion does not dim.
Santa, is this my Christmas gift called love ?
As we twirl and leap in this dream abyss,
he and his arms and I began to cry;
when I fell he held me close with a kiss,
I wish my Christmas dream had no goodbye.
Oh, dear Santa . . . make this love dream real;
but, my love fades - in this dream surreal.
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