the sugarplums danced and bowed
the stockings were taken down
there was quiet again
after children’s laughter
as darkness descended
and an anxious midnight crept
upon the house
the day after Christmas
is always the beginning of a journey
toward slightly darker days
even as they brighten
driving into the last glimmer
of an essence thinning year
kiss the ones you love beneath
the withering mistletoe
and remember the flame
carry that home
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