Holidays


Like a child

Mesmerized by his

Bounty of gifts

Stacked beneath the

Tree or like

The guests intoxicated

By the wafting

Aromas of turkey

Stuffing yams and

Pie billowing from

Warm kitchens dreaming

Of pants busting

Meals I am

Thinking of you

On this particularly

Cold Carolina morning

So, what did you think?

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