explosion of smiles
little feet dance their way into hearts
dulled with repetition
each step same as the one before
snow drifting down in soft flakes
with no magic no wonder no thrill
but bleary memories resurface
and our hands pick up little toy
and we do something on impulse
faces shine and we blow kisses
to happy boy in the cast who must sit
and wait for our touch our smile our laugh
I pick up three year old and hold her upside down
because I can and she screeches
blonde hair swaying with joy
and we become Christmas
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