After Christmas sales Are soul-crashing  They take  The sliver of your being And sell it with a  Seventy percent discount For you to use it again  Next year  When another Christmas  Comes dressed in  Golden brocade It’s a year’s waiting That we spend  Cloaked in the fibers of Hope So when the holiday arrives We…

A blanket of snow had fallen Overnight The world is a freshly baked  Cake dusted with The powdered sugar  Of December peace Our tall chimney has   Turned into a steaming cup  of hot cocoa A table is set  For a grand holiday Brunch Warm breaths and  Warmer words fill the air Snow continues to…