home for the holidays

A midsummer’s day sun

Prickling for attention


It’s aggravating rays

Praying for an end to dog days


And when the days grow short

Winter becomes our forte


How strange is it that the cold

Has the power to forge hearts into gold


Comparing your eyes to the the twinklings lights

Keeping you warm through the nights


Holding your gloved hand

Showing you this is grand


Dear, the holidays plus you

Sweeter than anything made of roux


Seeing your smile through candles

A future I’d never wish to mishandle



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