Sunday, August 29, 2010


Paper snowflakes drift across the window,
and icicle lights drip from the roof,
splashing white on the gravel yard,
covering it with snow.

Stockings are anxiously whispering of Santa,
but you can hardly hear it
through the patient glow of the luminarias.

Tonight, they flicker
to welcome the Christ-child to their home.

Dec 1, 2008

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