Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Remember those days:
Laced with angel hair and
Shards of glass 
The smell of synthetic cinnamon
Candles in the fire place
And it was all about the wait
Anticipation met with
Pine needles gathering
Shiny wrapping paper
Hanging ornaments like
Toys with narratives
Songs sung into canon
Carved into this
Melting pot culture
And the best memories were not
A present
But the gift of time.

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