What do you want in this Christmas?
A special gift that lasts forever
What do you want in this Christmas?
Presents? Gifts? Money? Food? Or spend the time with your loved one?
I live alone abroad, but I don’t feel lonely.
I have good neighbors and friends here; I can party and gather with them.
But this Christmas, I want inner peace and pass Christmas alone.
Being alone doesn’t mean lonely, inner peace makes me calm and feel satisfied.
I would like to pass my Christmas like this:
I will make green tea, and listen to my favorite music in my room.
My favorite song is Cold December Night by Michael Buble.
The Chorus in this song:
So please just fall in love with me this Christmas
There’s nothing else that we will need this Christmas
Won’t be wrapped under a tree
I want something that lasts forever
So kiss me on this cold December night
I want something that lasts forever…..
This is my inner peace.
My self-love
These are the things that make me fall in love with myself.
And I feel good!
All I Want For Christmas Is Me!
And you? What do you want in this Christmas?
Thank you for reading!
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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Ah, inner peace. I could use with some too. Loved your poem!
I love your poem, thoughts on Christmas, and how you included the words to Buble's song. Friends and green tea and a quiet morning of peace and love sound amazing.