Yuletide Special
strangers
dressed in red, singing
in our yard
a flock of cardinals
decorates the thicket
heirloom glasses
of mulled wine hold
the firelight . . .
wrinkled hands warmed
by memories of wonder
this festive table
glowing with candlelight
and smiles . . .
how fortunate we are
to be touched by grace
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