it’s her favorite time of year, you know,
the best way to spread
Christmas cheer
is singing loud for all to hear,
and she’s been waiting for
the sugar plums to start dancing
inside of her head,
for nights of trading peppermint kisses,
writing fairy tales in a winter wonderland,
Jack Frost’s snowflakes biting her skin,
so she tries to remember
the last time December brought her
something other than only winter wind
to take up her unheld hands

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