Written 20 December 2025
Placed First in Love Language of Yuletide Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud
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The porch light flickers yellow in grey night, Biting cold seeps in, stiffening my bones, Soon, a shovel scrapes, screeching in the ice: My neighbour is clearing a snowy path- “Need help or lights, fixing the tree?” I ask. These are not grand gestures, no trumpets blare, Just quiet hands reaching out in the dark, A warmth sparkling more than fire in the grate: This, too, is Christmas love, an act to serve.
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