New Year's eve, and snow is fresh
Posh carpet on my quiet street.
New hopes, new plans, new friends to meet,
New party dress and zero cash
And tangerines against my chest.
My heart is tingling with the thrill
To see your smile and loving eyes.
My present - always a surprise,
My cozy home is waiting still
And smells of fur tree - seasons' zest.
A night like this! I spin around
My snow angels are so cute,
The bliss of rare solitude
Should be enjoyed whenever found
And cherished by the old and young.
New Year's colors gold and green
Champagne, fireworks and all
Touched up with perfect snowfall...
And yielding to the child within
I'm catching snowflakes with my tongue.
New Year s Eve
© Copyright: Jewelia, 2003
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