Tis the season they say,
jolly and all that merrily way.
It is but a year to this very date
that i have been left in thought.
Wonderful was the word to describe
our life it seemed at that time.
Jolly and merry we were as one
and yet in the back of your mind
you were gone.
Funny the things that lingers on,
funnier still the thought that your gone.
As i sit and ink tis note,
To Santa i it should be enclosed.
However dim of lights we have become,
I wish thee well, when all is done.
Enjoy your season as the one before.
But please do tell Saint Nick....
Beware don't fucking knock again at this,
DOOR.
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