Christmas Eve

Way back when my cheeks were chubby and pink,

magic had power and Christmas looked white,

I liked to look for the first star to wink.

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Glued to the window, I strived not to blink

while scanning the evening still far too bright,

way back when my cheeks were chubby and pink.

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Early darkness would spread like spilled black ink,

the afternoon giving way to the night.

I liked to look for the first star to wink.

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On Christmas Eve, the evening sky’s first blink

meant the supper could start the night’s delight

way back when my cheeks were chubby and pink.

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Twelve dishes (if you count the fizzy drink)

were Tradition, as was the snowball fight.

I liked to look for the first star to wink.

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After that, gifts were opened and glasses clinked,

our house smelled of spices, the tree shone bright.

Way back when my cheeks were chubby and pink,

I liked to look for the first star to wink.