Drawn On Paper
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Drawn on Paper
The small house, mostly quiet.
No one up.
No one to notice anything.
Things just happened.
Magic.
Lights sparkled…
from no where.
The soft sound,
of angel wings,
busy.
The ever so sweet smell,
of chocolate and peppermint,
commingled with apple spice,
permeates the very air.
Pine…
That is (or was) my favorite.
It is still.
I wish that I had been awake.
I wish that I had been there.
The tree was huge,
how did it get inside?
The presents too many to count…
Who were they from?
Wishes, in crayon…
Dear God,
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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