My Christmas
My Christmas
is the aroma of barbecue
mixed up with the noises
of my nephews and nieces
as they ran around the compound.
My Christmas
forgetting my phone
for a day,
and catching up with relatives
and friends I didn't see
for an entire year.
My Christmas
is seeing mum and dad
dancing to the tunes
of soul music,
as though it is 70s once again.
My Christmas
is watching everyone
in a blissful mood,
without pretense
or acting "nice".
My Christmas
is coming together
and celebrating together.
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