the snow globe out.
the two
battery powered candles in
the window
that flicker red
i display
the Christmas cards
from
years ago, then
tack up some mistletoe
over the doorway.
the wreathe
of dried
cranberries is
hung on the door,
and last but
not least i haul
out the fruitcake
my father
sent ten years ago.
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