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Jade Coari Dec 2014
I almost cried today
talking to my mother
laying brittle words like
autumn leaves in front of her

Every leaf a layer off the branch
of my onion exterior, sappy
interior, nothing left to hide
nothing stable inside

I’m telling you this because
here my words stick together
virescent, safe, graceful
but when I talked

with my mother
the earth spun like dreidels
and the words changed color
and some fell slowly
others crumbled, forever

walking back to my room
I feel the cold, familiar breeze
for the first time
in a long time
Maddy Dec 2021
She was a very good little girl
Chores and school work done
Polite and listened
Respected her elders
Listened to all the Holiday stories
She quietly sat by the window and fell asleep waiting for the reindeer
and Santa
He never came
When school started again it is not what you think
Her teacher and friends asked what Santa brought her
She replied he doesn't come to my house
We have no chimney and no tree
We have a menorah and tops called dreidels
Back then it wasn't thought of
Adam *******'s Chanukah song was a hit for many for this reason
As was Chanukah Harry
Which is why some say Happy Holidays or Season Greetings
They don't know Christmas
They don't know Kwanza
They might not even celebrate Chanukah
Santa didn't arrive because they were not taught to believe in him
I believe in his magic and all that help him

C@rainbowchaser2021
With all die respect to those who celebrate the birth of Christ.

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