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Poetry
December 31st
The week since Christmas Eve stretches out on its side fat as a lumpy figure eight, measured in cookies, chocolates, cups of tea, family comings and houseguest goings, fancy cheeses and the occasional glass of wine, lazily lumbering to another meal around the Advent wreath with a girth that belies the number of blessed days. The season grows old and runs people off with its crankiness, snaps a little rough around the edges even as it softens and fades, but still we sit at its feet in wonder, eyes still dazzled by the tinseled blazing light that shines in the darkness heedless of the trappings, the bright hope promise beacon that pierces through and points the way across the yawning ocean of another year.
Thank you, readers! I hope the month of December has been kind to you, and that the new year begins for you with the brightest and best kind of bang!
