they dream of white christmases
white as the bleeding hearts drooping by the summer window
stolen from their vine as a child’s breeze tumbles by
and they dream of red and green, red and green lights that twinkle as the leaves change
and life is exhaled with every
step on pavement scattered red and brown
they dream of good cheer, life as a morning sunrise on fresh sparkled dew
they dream of sweet sugar, pink as peppermint and roses
and the feeling of falling, but to a place where you would always choose to stay
and they dream of laughter
laughter as beloved Rapunzel weaving ladders with silk thread, delicate as a moment
cherished as white christmas
Comments
This evokes the spirit of Christmas and that feeling of the universe calling us "home," wherever that is -- back to family, tradition, the security of childhood. And you managed to do so without any of the cliche imagery of the holiday in that process. This was fresh and delightful.
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