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breathe in these
moments as they pass.

we are here. together.
a unit, a little of the same

on this special night. too old
for letters and cookies: but the tree

twinkles, the gifts are wrapped,
food is prepped, reservations are made.

she carries the weight of expectation
as she does every year. a wink

a blink. a glimmer of light. here’s
to hoping we’ll get it right.