Our Time Poem by B. V. Dahlen
Our Time
Christmas is our season.
Now as summer slowly dies
I look again to winter days,
For there my happiness lies,
There in your arms on a Christmas Eve
Under the mistletoe.
Carols will be our love songs
Winging through falling snow.
The warmth of summer fades quickly,
Yet here within my heart
It's Christmas, Dear, and you are here,
And never more we'll part.
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