Driving Miss Berry to Connecticut--
I started my Christmas quest
driving east to arrive west
battling memories and the rest.
Was I was creating a Christmas test?
While shopping for winter wear
I saw smiles everywhere
in the cutest of village squares.
I found some Christmas there.
So, I sought more holiday energy--
two cathedrals full of light and liturgy
full of verses re the trilogy
but no carols, no Christmas reverie.
But I was saved by comfort food
and sharing the festive mood
with memories reviewed
and old friendships renewed.
There was a suitable chill in the air--
nonetheless, Berry panted unaware;
only bits of snow showed everywhere.
I did not care: we survived my Christmas dare.
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