she loves putting up her tree.
she's all over Christmas.
lights.
wreathes.
candles.
the train set chugging
along
around the miniature town,
the mirrored pond.
it smells like Christmas in her house.
the music is on.
the eggnog poured.
gifts are wrapped neatly
and placed
under the evergreen tree.
I remember it well. the family
gathered.
the dog.
the warmth, dinner almost ready.
the joy
the glee.
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