Matching pajamas & nutcrackers here.
Gnomes & candles will pull from me a tear.
These twinkling lights & scent of the fir.
They show what was not; how holidays were.
Flashy boxes & bags; tokens of love.
Some bought, some made; packed beneath star above.
Meaningful memories strung thru the bows.
Convivial excitement; no one rows.
The big Eve & Morning creep closer still.
The pile grows fast like an ornament spill.
The earnestness hangover, always earned.
Literal & figurative Yule logs burned.

