The view from floor seven and a half, was really quite unique
The symphony of car horns and faint music filled your ears
Christmas lights decorated the trees, blurring your vision
Growing up, Christmas had been your favorite holiday
You loved seeing your family, the ones that never visit
Even the overplayed, cheery music, made you smile
You had finally saved up to buy that silver necklace
Your mother always said she was better off without
The store only had a couple quarts of eggnog left,
The perfect size for everyone to have one glass
Nostalgia consumed your lungs as you inhaled
The city air smelled of smoke and pine trees
Your eyes glossed over with tears of sorrow
For there would be no Christmas this year
You wouldn't get to see your aged family
Won't get to hear old Christmas music
Your mother will never open her gift
The warm eggnog will soon expire
The smell of Christmas morning
Will forever stay a sad mystery
But not for the whole city
Only for the one person,
Who won’t be home
For Christmas
Because floor seven and a half, doesn’t have windows
The elevator in your sad, fourteen story apartment,
Doesn’t stop between floor seven and eight
Floor seven and a half does not exist
But for only a fraction of a second,
You saw the breathtaking view,
Of floor seven and a half
And simply wished,
You had seen it
Sooner.