Cold breezes blow as the snow hits the ground,
Streetlights glow bright as the crowds bustle round.
Shops open early, and close again, late.
There's ice on the roads - a commuter's pet hate.
People make calls to loved ones far away,
Making arrangements for them to come and stay -
It's that time of year when to be apart is hard,
and the most some can do is send a cheesy card.
It's that time of year when those who can, stick together -
so until you come home I'll see you in my dreams,
where I'll be with you,
far from this cold winter weather.
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