The child still lives (Poem)

Somewhere in my grown up heart

exists a child full of wonder and the glimmer

who still “ooo’s and ahhs” over

twinkling lights on Christmas trees 

and longs for that early Christmas morning 

crisp and clear… where, in pajamas and socks,

the family settles in on the old worn sofa

presents wrapped and glowing under 

the stings of lights still hanging on the tree. 

I am still that child, 

still exploring and uncovering this 

majestic mystery of the Yule tide.

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