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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