I'm lying here
and it's late ~
oh so late.
I'm looking out the attic window
at a moon that's as bright
as a yellow button.
Someone told me once,
that Japanese people think there is
a rabbit on the moon.
Tonight,
I can see it.
Christmas.
Past.
All those December days
that came with such stealth
and then left.
Like a whisper in the trees.
Our twinkle lights still blink out
their little messages of hope
into the dark days.
On my player,
The little Drummer Boy.
Because I can't let Christmas go.
Even though it's January 2nd.
Take this day.
Keep it in your heart.
Forever.
( Tilt your head to the right, and see? The rabbit is there. :)
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Pretty misty stars