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The clickety clack of the horses shoe
Pulling a sleigh only built for two
Bringing me on my way to see you
We frolicked and played in the rather deep snow
Built an old Saint Nick
Using your fathers old red shoes
We gave him a reindeer
It too built from snow
With an old marble for a red shiny nose
Like two little kids
We rolled in the snow
Up and down the hills we/'/d go
Hand and hand
Laughing so hard
It was about all that we could stand
We hugged and kissed by the fire
Our hearts filled with love and good cheer
A magical time it truly was
Those were the good ole days
Christmas may come and go
Much too often as everyone knows
Come December when it snows
All that I can think of
Is the young girl
I used to know
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Sweet Dreams Of Christmas Past
Date: Friday, 9th December 2016 @ 01:24:53 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: jamesstockdale

Those sweet dreams of Christmas past
The clickety clack of the horses shoe
Pulling a sleigh only built for two
Bringing me on my way to see you
We frolicked and played in the rather deep snow
Built an old Saint Nick
Using your fathers old red shoes
We gave him a reindeer
It too built from snow
With an old marble for a red shiny nose
Like two little kids
We rolled in the snow
Up and down the hills we/'/d go
Hand and hand
Laughing so hard
It was about all that we could stand
We hugged and kissed by the fire
Our hearts filled with love and good cheer
A magical time it truly was
Those were the good ole days
Christmas may come and go
Much too often as everyone knows
Come December when it snows
All that I can think of
Is the young girl
I used to know

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