Christmas Ditties
1 min readDec 18, 2017
--
in the hoar frost
the breath
of morning light
under the mistletoe
a cuddle at last
but the fireplace is empty
her poem
like the first snow
-whispers
by the christmas tree
gifts
of smiles
--
in the hoar frost
the breath
of morning light
under the mistletoe
a cuddle at last
but the fireplace is empty
her poem
like the first snow
-whispers
by the christmas tree
gifts
of smiles
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