You are soaring
Tonnes of metal
Floats in air?!
Happily I look forward
Not willing today over
Nor the week's end
Enjoying every day
I've wondered about plane food
I've forgotten where you stopover
I've imagined your first meal
I've packed in my head
I've lost the sleeping bag
You might have a white Christmas
I might miss you Christmas Day
You might miss me Christmas Day
I might plan our Christmas present
You will be able to Skype
We will have you there somehow.
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