This Time Is Different

This Time Is Different
It’s the night before Christmas
Or maybe it’s Christmas morning
The house is silent
and I can’t sleep
Except for the cats and memories
I’m alone with the TV
And the cats are fast asleep
One of those sappy Holiday movies
Plays quietly on the TV
The same movies year after year
And even without the sound
I know exactly what happens next
But this time is different
This time is different


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