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CHRISTMAS MORNING
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The kitchen hums with
the smell of cinnamon sticks
snapping in simmering cider.
Outside, boots crunch
on the new snow~
a chorus far away
breathes frost
onto stained glass.
Dad’s fingertips run along
the spine of his favorite,
well-worn book~
the fireplace murmurs
holiday delight in
orange and blue
tongues.
The Christmas tree is drooping,
its needles brushing
against my skin~
its lights are blinking
their light flowing down
on glimmering
ornaments.
The grandfather clock's
pendulum slowly swings,
taking in the hour~
the day stretches long
and full
like the chiming
of Christmas bells.
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