Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m walking the
streets leaving footprints to where
I would be. I see the lights wrapped
tightly around a Christmas tree, with
drizzles of snowflakes falling on each
and, every leaf. The cold night blew away,

though my heart filled with warmth gave
me a reason to stay. As, I peek through the
windows, the lights dangle away, presents
unopened leaving a surprise for the next day.
Milk and cookies, set aside, while the mistletoe

waiting for the perfect love to find. The moonlit
sky shows me the way as I have nobody wanting
me to stay. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m walking
alone, my footprints follow me though nobody knows.
All I ever wanted was somebody to love, though, I was
never fortunate so I don’t get a hug. Dear Santa, its

Christmas Eve, will you come and get me, what I
have pleased? Christmas Day three hours to go,
no luck, no hope, and still no place to call home.
I buckle my coat tightly, as the chilly night passes
away walking the streets as my footprints once again,
lead me the way.


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