Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Eve, peace, words

What if Christmas is gluttony and my generosity doesn't matter; guilt and Christmas are a little hand in hand; and then...

-- we're all waiting for Santa Claus to come or for little ones to fall asleep so that santa claus can come - and the family swishes around us like the ones we are glad we can see and the unknown ones still to follow.

Christmas is candles that fill rooms with the scent of vanilla melting. And food in the moments of coming in from outside back into the air where a roasted bird with a chest sewn full of seasoned bread melts into the vanilla melting like a burst of Christmas. And the little ones, so anxious for santa, or rather, the gifts under that tree. Ha. I love Christmas.

Peace and blessings to you all. 2014 approaches... bang it out . -- Loud.
Seasons Greetings. As in, Merry Christmas, yo.


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