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It began early, I remember
the snow
drifting down
in large
wet flakes
The buses
on the nearby
city street
seemed to be
the only things
slowly
pushing
through the soft
white flakes
I could see from
my
bedroom window
across the victory garden
to the road
that
dawn’s light
was slowly
creeping through
the white
brightening
the buses
and the
winter garden
covering like
a soft bandage
the city
the street
and the wounds
of the earth.
Christmas eve
had fled with
the morning light
and
such presents that
could be afforded
lay under the
green
fragrant
tree
in the
living room
I
could not hurry
it was early
and
I had heard
the elves
asleep now
in their
bedroom
snuggled in the
warmth of the
coal burning
furnace
I had started in
the cold air
of this Christmas
December morning
whispering and working
late in the night
to early in the morning
happily placing their
presents
to us
and kissing
and quietly laughing
and shushing each other
to be quiet
or wake us kids
who were awake
and listening
with smiles
on our faces
So, this morning
my baby sister
asleep
and wrapped in
her covers
and
my parents
the elves
wrapped
in each other’s
arms
will sleep
quietly
a while longer
as a small gift
from me
and later
I will shout out
that
Santa has come
and get my sister up
and race into the living room
in time to see the glow
on my parents face
as we children
rip into the presents.
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