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Another Sunday.

I love this time of day
the rosy glow of
our twinkle lights
warm,
inviting ~
shutting out the dark.

You've gone to bed
and it's quiet,
only the sound of Voces8
singing Christmas carols
quietly,
from another room.

I wonder are you listening.

You are the soft Christmas lights
and these notes,
hanging there,
in the winter air
are you,
always you.

It's lovely,
this being drenched
in the hours
of Christmas.

If only these days of hope
could linger
forever,
wrapped around our hearts.