Homemade fudge, ribbon candy twists,
Memories linger on my tongue,
Like last year's shopping lists .
A frosted rainbow of lights
Casts a glow on the eaves of the house,
And children tip-toe inside.
If gifts are cheese,
Each child's a mouse.
The stairs are weaved with cedar and spruce;
The noble stands proud, as if awaiting a hunted Christmas goose.
The star-capped tree reveals countless trimming hours spent;
Nestled under glittering branches
The games, the gloves, the screens that glow,
All worth the mayhem and secrets we know!
Still, there are moments we notice who is not at the table,
Even lament in the lack of surprise-
Not again! The same Christmas fable.
The wonder and joy once brought about in the wrapping
Dissipates slow, like beliefs that fade through the years-
Like those photos with Santa, ones with smiles and with tears.
What's revealed in the trails of ribbon and rubble
Is the gift of the people you love.worth the hassle, even double!
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