Holiday
I can feel my thoughts
drifting down softly like snow.
a flash of red
Warm fire light
illuminates your face.
a sprig of green
I get lost here, sometimes.
I forget what I am
and what I believe.
a jingle of bells
You are my only comfort
these days.
the taste of eggnog
This time of year
muddles my brain.
the scent of pine needles
Do me a favour, love,
and pour me another glass
of that holiday liquor.















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