December 1st

I wake up to spirited music playing in the kitchen.

While my sister waits for my mother to arrive with the tree,
She rearranges the furniture in the living room.

I lower the boxes labeled “X-MAS” out from the attic.
It is not even dinner time before the sun starts to set,
And my brother helps me quickly hang the lights.

Twinkling lights frame each house illuminating the street.
Even the dogs sense the excitement and indulge in the holiday cheer,
And the countdown begins.

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