Christmas. the tree, the wreathe,
the cooking
and lights.
the mistletoe.
she loved
her long list of who
to send
cards to,
the gifts,
the wrapping paper,
the ribbons
and bows.
the snow
globe,
the train set
chugging smoke around
the mirror,
as if ice.
she loved Christmas,
but in the end,
at the senior home,
she didn't know
if it was
December or July.
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