On Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve,
I take my leave.
I finish the last household chore,
And lock my dorm room’s door.

Then I wait,
In the bitter, biting cold of the night.
It gets late.

The wind,
Breezes past my chapped lips,
Freezes my fingertips,
As I wait under the lamp light,
For my train to arrive quickly,
And take me back to my family.

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