Sharing a Quilt While Reading
Each tiny movement was a reminder of the share.
We had a bit of grandma’s warm quilt, chocolate in the air.
Mom’s making hot cocoa, I told my sis, with marshmallows I think.
We were happy to be here, wearing matching socks of pink.
My sister was reading a book but kept talking a bunch.
Whether or not she liked it, was a stretch, but I had a hunch….
It was not her favorite book, for she was ready to stop reading.
We ended up with Christmas cookies with frosting and beading.
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