Read us the visit of St. Nick,the myth of the man on this night.With bread and a tasteful wine flight,we can dance over politics. Pull ornaments from the attic,along the tinseled tangled star.Sing old songs to build a new start,while... Continue Reading →
I needed this, it's true. First of flurries falling, try to be blue Each flake, a million chances I sit, watch their unique little dances Try to be blue, you can't, this spectacular show demands this You owe them after... Continue Reading →
I hung some Christmas lights in my room today. My mood seems to brighten upon their illumination. I let my eyes tire, lose focus, and the colors begin to blur. The bulbs slowly grow, I now hardly know how much... Continue Reading →
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