12.24.2003 :::
Christmas Eve
Do you remember the times when we were so young,
The looks on our faces before we dived right in.
So bold, and ignorant, but it sure was fun. Right?
Yes it was, and I don't remember where it went.
You can't buy the past in stores, or wait in long lines.
Just remember old boy, that's what Gran said, but I can't
Or don't. Either way it's not really Christmas anymore.
Not in that pure, traditional sense that I miss so much.
Right now it's a burden, my wife, well I don't have one.
And my mother wishes me away til I do. It's Christmastime.
I want a baby boy, so I can see his eyes, opening, ripping.
To feel that prescence of presents. The joy we lose.
::: posted by Matthew at 10:55 PM
