every Christmas

every Christmas.

everyChristmas everyChristmasisthesame lights strung to evade the unavoidable dark, pine sap coating your fingers and the angels and the spun glass balls, paper keeps piling up on the floor and you begin to worry that something is lost beneath it but no matter how hard you look you can’t find anything but boxes with nothing in them and dry pine needles and the day moves toward dark no matter how many lights you light or how many fires you feed with paper and pine needles, thin dissatisfied fires with thin music circling them, and no matter how little you get you can never give away enough to make you feel better about it, and then you remember that something was born.

the morning after
you get what you want 
empty stocking

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23 thoughts on “every Christmas

  1. I really missed this posting, must have been too preoccupied with tasks!! but, hey, Melissa, yeah, I echo Rick D. You went back, you went forward, you went in, yr xmas carol. love it!

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