Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
With frigid air
Scurrying
Failed plans
Gatherings
Smiles..
These snapshots
Are everything..
Which cannot
Be known..
Yet may be
A fulfilling
Story of
A birth of
Peace as not
Understanding...
Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2022
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