Well this is

Christmas 1993
And here I sit in my
Study eating cherry cake,
Drinking coffee and
Sherry, my mind
Straying to a city in the
Water's lee miles away
South and I wonder
If you are happy -
If you think of me -
I feel my drouth, my
Fix on you pinpointed
Like a stud on a
Treasure map and wonder
How you spend this
Yuletide night, now, this very
Minute far away
In company with someone
Other than me.
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