To spend Christmas with you

is to pretend we’re catching snowflakes on our tongue even though it’s 72° outside on a cloudless southern night. It’s swinging our arms & legs to make the silhouette of angels in red clay. It’s goosebumps on my arm, the sweet scent of chocolate & pine, blue & green lights twinkling in your eyes.

To find poinsettias boasting blooms of white & burgundy, the fruit that fills the bowl on the table bursting with bright colors & scents–and explain to someone all that bowl once held when the season has passed.

To shout with excitement in the early morning, listen for rain, let tall silver candles light your way back home.

Merry Christmas


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