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Three more hours or so they say,
Can’t take any more of this delay.

Away all year locked up in boarding school,
My shirt says anxie-tee, no this ain’t cool.

Been waiting for months for this day to come,
Been calling all angels from kingdom come.

Weather please be good to me.
My home, my room, now’s the place to be.

I can’t spend my Christmas Eve here,
With all these strangers in terminal 3.

Around this time my hands would be messy,
Helping dad out with stuffing the turkey.

A few minute’s nap cut short by a sound,
An angel’s voice calling my name out loud.

A dash through the gate that says homeward bound.
Reaching my seat now, all safe and sound.

Anxie-tee now folded up and stowed,
Tasting a hint of mom’s brownie al a mode.