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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window
To me
Staring back from the couch
He is sweating out there in his winter coat

House fills with noisy nightly ghosts
Filling empty beds left from the grown kids
Creaks I suppose from the settling attic on down
To the hips and knees of our house

Tail of that fool
The perpetually hopeful golden retriever
Bats the Christmas tree
With his wagging baton of joy from behind

Blue and red ornaments hold on for dear life
Ding and ring in the ruffle of evergreen and fanned fur
Like there’s a toddler of wind
Crawling down the hallways from the furnace and vents

Bells looped along the stairway railings
Jingle to life as a lurched Santa sleigh
From the paws of cats that frustratingly mitten
The harnessed snack
They think
Are silver mice and copper sparrows

A very bright young lady
Last day of work before Christmas Eve
Laughs in the Board room as she tells me
The old boss
“My Dad still writes From Santa on a few of my presents.”

I quietly understand and perhaps she does too
Something finally we could share across generations

Santa Claus is more for parents than kids.

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