Xmas Xing

string lights twinkle through blizzards
snow piles and the blue that's inside them
red wrists and wool-flavored iced cuffs
solace of walking on cold paths to home

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I'm giving to someone
a song that I know
to be just as beautiful
as falling flakes of gold
in an old Christmas
book full of poems
with frost-covered countrysides
and cozy chimneyed homes.

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warm grids of candles in windows
whiskey and grandmother's hymnal
neighbors hand us bread wrapped in towels
fabled walks along cold paths to home

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I'm giving to someone
a song that I know
to be just as beautiful
as falling flakes of gold
in an old Christmas
book full of poems
with frost-covered countrysides
and cozy chimneyed homes.