they are birds that fly indoors, fight over popcorn tidbits,
which even cause wars within the small flock of squablers,
metal barn with ibeam trusses, power gate doors that open
and close, to give them entry points and traps them,
just the same,
the people that go to fro from booth to booth
with such smiles and seasonal joy, to buy a present or a toy,
for someone deserving,
a celebration peserving,
a season of giving,
pieces of hard earned living,
for hand made goods,
from passionate hearts,
of city folks and country folks,
anonymous strangers,
sharing
one of
lives adventures,
a fair of craftspeople,
who create and create,
to place smiles on faces,
where maybe there had been none
yet,
seen in the twinkle of a light,
or in the reflection of a silver ball,
and maybe no one hummed with the
piano playing instrumental seasonal favorites,
by players of differing stages of playing skill,
and ages.
what ambience,
what a choice,
please shop local this Christmas,
it will be money and time, well spent.
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