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Two days before Christmas the radio sang to me It wasn’t the best song exactly Not the sweetest voice, either But just enough to lift my spirits “We wish you a Merry Christmas” the voices sang in unison Men. Women. Altos. Sopranos. They were all singing for me Until I changed the station But all the same – for me Only I don’t think they were wishing hard enough Because it didn’t go to swell this year A friend’s grandfather was hospitalized Someone couldn’t see their family And I couldn’t wait to get away from mine I just wanted to be alone I shut my door and turn on my radio “We wish you a Merry Christmas” …you’re too late It’s over and it’s ruined And no amount of singing can change that |
looking through some past works of yours i found this piece most expressive and relatable. i liked the way you underlyed your feelings here- if i could pick a piece of yours, this would be the one i would pick. i liked the style and raw emotion let out- no bled out here. i hate christmas time myself, and am always up for depressing christmas words. -Q | Posted on 2005-01-14 00:00:00 | by TechnoticQ | [ Reply to This ] | This was good. I like the way you ended the little sentance things in the right spot. And this "“We wish you a Merry Christmas” the voices sang in unison | Men. Women. Altos. Sopranos. They were all singing for me" That is my favorite part...well good job. ![]() | Posted on 2004-12-26 00:00:00 | by punkpixie | [ Reply to This ] | |