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Christmas Alone
This morning, mid-December sun
glowed brightly and briefly spun
as the winds blow in, wild, restless, free,
and off in the distance lingered scenes
filled by all of yesterday's rain and grays
that clouded the sky into darkening doldrums at bay.
This season of winter storms along the plains
drips chill with hard and icy cold rain
where sun glow once glistened on the snow
but still and quiet, the holidays creep in
and one more year, I find all my misgivings
while I decorate the tree alone in this living.
The memories are full of joy and delight
no matter how dark or sad the night
and the glow of lights upon the Christmas tree
in between the wrappings and packaging
waft the scent of cookies cinnamon and spice
and all of Christmasses celebrated this night.
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