Virginia Christmas
It’s midnight Christmas Eve, but we
don’t sleep. We open
cardboard boxes
filled with things – large lights, a golden star and
ornaments, both the round and the peculiar.
The tree leans dangerously to the left, tied
with twine to our grandmother’s bookshelf.
I won’t forget this Virginia Christmas. It's the one
when I dumped silver tinsel on your head.
You sneezed and laughed as strands of Christmas gleam
when I dumped silver tinsel on your head.
You sneezed and laughed as strands of Christmas gleam
went up your nose.
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