Michael Peterson Poems

The mood is right, the lights are dim
The radio is on, Christmas carol playing away
Holiday spirit in the air
Why doesn't it feel right?
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Temperatures dropping quickly
Clouds rolling in heavily
The brisk wind starting to pick up
An early December cold front coming in
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Where to begin all in a spin
Stress, lies, bills, pressure
They are mounting, like a bounty
Never enough money
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Words that mean a lot to all gals
Of all ages, are touched
Honored, rejected or ignored
Some cherish them
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Woke up early today
A different Christmas Eve
The tears flowing, memories of you
Dreaming of a White Christmas
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Taking a stroll down the street
Looking at the many houses
Some full, a few empty
The yards all so different in their own way
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Many walks, lots of trails
Beautiful scenery all around
Flowers, Trees, plants everywhere
Squirrels running wild
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Waiting in the long line
Excited as the kids in front of me
Hoping to see the jolly ole fellow
Been asking for this love for a long time
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Imagine


Imagine the darkness of the night, diminishing
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Thought of you today
It seems like yesterday
I can still hear your voice
Softly in the wind
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