Where is Christmas? 18-12-25
Tis but 7 days
till the coming of Christmas.
Not a hint of delicate snow
just dreary dreary pellets of rain
that gather and laugh with cold disdain.
But look closer still:
Inside the festive lights
that sparkle blue and white,
past the inflatable Santa's Ho Ho Ho!
and behind "Under the Mistletoe" -
listen.
It's the laughter we hear
not white nor frosty
but it rises through the brittle air
warm and golden,
like grandma's gingerbread.
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