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christmas card

twin boys gasp into a smile
blue eyes wide and dancing
catching the tree lights atop
their cheeks

the way they have since
wearing sleepers with feet

ribbons and wrapping paper of red, silver, and green
floating through pine aromas
to the inevitable floor

turning to look up at me
remembering innocence

our old ghosts wearing tattered coats
and holly wreaths
staring in frosted windows

i realize the dog is snoring
as snow flakes begin falling
beyond the glass door

almost ready in the oven

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