Burnt To a Crisp
burnt to a crisp -
Christmas.
but the town
is famous for
its restoration,
though
pets be gone -
eight in all;
one sits on his lap,
joining
the family’s source
of hope,
lifting the community’s spirits -
touched
by the light of Christ,
afterall
he’s the source.
the Grinch
became educated —
there was more
than the feast,
than the tree,
than the bulbs.
a calm and gentle manner
upon lost souls.
my hero on earth,
my cousin and kin,
all the right stuff
resides within.
12/28/2019
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