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 Dec 2017
Nova Born
Wake up,
says the voice in  your head
you get out of bed, and tip toe to the tree
squeal, so many presents!

Your neighbor wakes up.
He has a date- with his girlfriend.
First one, butterflies.

Your parents wake up, cheers
and smiles

Your neighbor takes his girl
for a ride.

You eat goodies, and play with presents.

They kiss under the mistletoe.
 Dec 2017
Nova Born

           *
          Christmas Past
Doesn't last
While you dance
in snow's silver bath
         creeps upon you
Memories swirl
Maybe ones of cookies
You pause to taste the one
that has just begun
on your tongue
Then its gone
never sure
if it twas
Even there
I'm doing more Christmas poems later, maybe one every one or two days until Christmas

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