Its Vacation time.
A time for a break.
To look back on what happened.
And remember to thank.
That your here now.
With your hot chocolate and fire.
A warm blanket to sleep under.
A pleasurable desire.
So have your fun.
Dissapear to a place.
Where work isnt a word.
And stress isnt on your face.
Listen to music.
Watch a movie or too.
Pretend to be at a spa.
Cause thats what we do.
So heres your present.
You wont no what to say.
Hot chocolate a fire.
Its your weekend away.
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