Magic in the Air
It truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
Driving down Seventh Ave a week before Christmas was a dream.
Almost each and every store and office building
was glowing like shooting stars.
You could tell there was magic in the air.
I look to my left then to my rigt
I see tourists reading maps and taking photographs.
I think to myself, how beyond lucky
I am to be in the Big Apple everyday.
I take this for granted, as there are many other individuals
who save money their whole life to come to this spectacular place.
When for me, it's a place that I like to refer to as my home.
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