One more Drive home after Christmas, Unsure Quite how much you’ll miss ‘us’. Each year, I don’t come for presents; Moments in your presence – They’re the gift to me. Most years, Nothing really changes. Still we’re Friends, but somehow strangers Lost, yet, Once a year, colliding – Never quite deciding Futures After, I’ll review what’s occurred. Wonder Whether facts simply blurred. It happens Every Christmas – With new memories made, But memories fade, And soon, I know I’ll wonder When? How? Were we really laughing? Was it really dancing? Will it be more clear – When Christmas comes around next year? By the First day of December, It’s a Wonder I remember. Still I See you there before me Think of what’s in store, we Must make history. I plan
All that I will buy you – Maybe, If I’m not too shy to... Then, plan Each part of our journey – Every twist and turn we Might take. I know You love stories, and themes. Giving Life it's perfect extremes. It's simple, but effective. So I plan a mix Of different tricks To truly entertain you That way, I might get you laughing, Maybe even dancing, Where I’ll hold you near. When Christmas comes around this year... Maybe you would rather stay as friends. Maybe I misunderstood your clues. Maybe we should dare, By risking all the things we share – Maybe we have no choice but to choose... Maybe, I should have conviction – Write another fiction Where the future's clear... Maybe Christmastime next year... Maybe Christmastime one year...