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Published on November 4, 2005 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
The same songs
come around every season

and something about them is
hopeful, comforting, exciting

this is always the season
I think of with love and tenderness

and I had so many seasons
when I was trying so hard
to find someone
to share my heart and dreams

and I let myself be sold so cheaply

which is why Christmas now
feels so right.

Her love is strong and true
as a forest of Christmas trees
and she can make everything
pretty and sparkly
without benefit of snow

She is the one that
I’ll forever buy Christmas
presents for
and we can have the most
romantic and intimate moments
while in the “Toys R Us”
among the sticky yammering
crowd of children
because I know
we are buying toys
for our children
who we have
made another year
of memories with

and we finally have the house
with the fireplace
so we can have
a private slow dance to
a smooth jazz version of
“O Come All Ye Faithful”
on Christmas Eve

but it doesn’t matter
if it’s by a fireplace
or in a rented motel room
or at the mall
she makes me feel as hopeful and
comforted and excited as
those Christmas songs have done

year in
year out

and I know she’s
the Christmas present of
a lifetime

and when I am with her
and I hear that Christmas music
that’s all this old Jew needs
to know
the glory of Christmas.

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