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Lights blinking Red and white, like a cop car, our car Your car. My seat. My light. You are my light. Sleeping there, under the tree, like a child who still believes in Santa Santa, my wish... What if I were to lie down beside him there? Would he take me in his arms or push me away? He says he loves me... Like that? Where will this end, where is it we're going? And the coffee is brewing and he's awake, rubbing his eyes Still like the child, tearing at the ribbon and paper... He's my forever Christmas gift. Prompts: tree, gifts |