Earlier there were always those missed.
Living in a memory are the times had.
Time spent missing, wishing.
Send a letter, get a letter, so much undone.
Christmas once brought them together
Until they grew their own.
Now they have their own.

Now I have my own.
Creating memories they'll cherish.
No more incompleteness of kin.
The special energy,
One family, one room.
 

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