Twas The Night Before Christmas

January 24, 2009
By Isaak DeMaio, Williamsville, NY

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through my head
Were thoughts of things
That really should be said.

The guts were not there
The time was not right
Is it something I fear
Or is it the night?

My mood is mixed
But it is there
It can be fixed
And I'm willing to share.

I want you to know
I will always love you
So we will just let that flow
And I will never let you go.

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