The Early Christmas Present

December dawns,

I open up new doors every day,

brave enough to be unafraid,

learning to live again,

fairytales and fairy lights,

illustrious,

illuminated,

inside my own mind,

breaking out,

whenever you are close.

The sky is frosted,

sweet hope is in the air,

as choirs kill the silence of the evening,

on streets,

bathed in blue,

angelic light.

Stars send me signs,

illuminating a path to something true,

and maybe this Christmas,

I believe in magic again.


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