2-in-1: a Christmas poem for all the December babies

cat sitting by the fire, purring

Elvis sings blue Christmas to the

grinding of wind up toys

smells of food, fire, and pine needles

treasured ornaments twirl gently

like girls with new skirts

box for me with striped foil paper

tag reads 'merry christmas'; next line

'and happy birthday'




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