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It’s a cold, gray morning

And time is moving much too fast

Like a raging bull let loose from its pen

Why, just a moment ago

It was 6:40

Now it’s 7:12

Thoughts of tomorrow are already creeping in

It will be Christmas in nearly two weeks

We put up our tree

Like we do every year

It goes up, it comes down

Year after year

The lights reflect in my memory

And I like walking out into the living room at 2 a.m.

And they greet me with a colorful glow

No gifts underneath yet

I’m still trying to figure that out

But time is slipping away

Like it always does

Always has done

I wish I had a time machine

Maybe I’ll get one for Christmas

But then again

That will never happen

Time won’t allow it