December Poetry
By Juliette
Cold sting of winter air
Bites with frozen jaws at the
Warmth of our small toes
Made it out of clay
And when it’s dry and ready
Dreidel I shall play
We wake up to that
Lovely smell of Christmas pine
And the early fog
Snow fades beneath feet
Snowflakes glide to eyelashes
Cocoa burns young tongues
Crisp rips of paper
Bows torn off, smiles then brighten
Makes a happy mess
My dry, old hands soothe
My very chapped lips that sting
Looking for chapstick
Holidays are done
Appreciative of my gifts
Leaving family
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