The weather is lower & the nights seem much deeper. I wish he was here to keep me warm when I'm colder. I know it's not Christmas but I wish Santa would come down my chimney now & surprise me with a gift I can kiss under a mistletoe because I've been good this year. I wish I could wake up in the morning and find my "present" under the tree, one that'll last until the end of time.
I wish.
[Like the first song I ever sang to you...]
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