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I...I can't believe I did that. Over eight hours later and I still can't believe I...let go like that. In the middle of class. In front of the children.
Petals falling in the snow
Brilliant colours shine below
Love will make your blossoms grow
My Christmas rose....
But of all the Christmas songs in this world, on all the days of the week, of all the times that I've turned on the radio to let it play in the background when cleaning the infirmary....they had to play THAT one. THAT song.
I don't want a thing from you
Flowers speak when words won't do
You're my Christmas wish come true
My Christmas rose....
They played it as we danced, and you said that you were the luckiest man alive, because your Christmas Eve Poppy had become a Christmas Rose.
Take you in my arms tonight
Hold you closely, hold you tight
Stay with me all through the night
My Christmas rose....
Oh, Phillip. Over sixty years, and every Christmas Eve without you hurts more than the one before.
Tomorrow I'll be far away
I'd give anything to stay
Home with you this holiday
My Christmas rose....
On the seventh day of Christmas....my true love was taken from me, and I became a widow before I was ever a wife.
My Christmas rose....
My Christmas rose...
I can't be alone this Christmas Eve. I can't.