My Dynasty

Counting the days, now it’s hours, it seems.

Coming to you, darlings, it’s no longer a dream.

Talk me through my travels, we’ll be just fine.

 Not visions of sugar-plums, do I see.

Only me steamrolling you to the floor this Saturday eve.

Prepare, my loves, be waiting for me by the door.

Oh what joy! Christmas with siblings, I couldn’t ask for more.

Get ready, I’ll be searching your eyes. Are you okay?

No, I’m not, but I’ll be just fine.

Pull the reins of the beast that controls our time.

I’m yours and you are mine, this Christmas.

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