12 (or 13) Days of Christmas, Day Eight.
My personal favorite, on repeat throughout December.
“He’s gone, 2000 miles, Is very far.
The snow is falling down.
Gets colder day by day.
I miss you.
The children will sing, He’ll be back at Christmas time.
And these frozen and silent nights, Sometimes in a dream,
You appear.
Outside under the purple sky, Diamonds in the snow,
Sparkle.
Our hearts were singing,
It felt like Christmas time.”
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Sara Gatewood
I like playing music for people and having people play music for me. The End.