Gingerbread Village
Gingerbread village is my go-to Christmas place
Red and white stripes give it a festive look.
Strings of blinking lights uplift me in a December way.
Gingerbread houses loaded with gumdrops are smiling.
In the sky are a dove, an angel, and a magic hot air balloon.
Magic oozes into my pores, as I parade down Gingerbread Lane.
Nothing has ever made me feel more alive or child-like than this.
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