I’ve crossed out my calendar every day
Black crosses are all I see
What is close, seems far away
I am as excited as one can be
Dusty boxes brought up at last
Sparkling treasures put out
Memories awakened from the past
I’m happy and want to shout
I lay awake in bed
Outside the snow is falling
The day that comes ahead
Will see Santa comes a calling
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