It
approaches again:
tiny
thoughts of snow
and
breathing brisk air
of
snippets of the tender touch
of
quick hugs and air kisses
of
fuzzy wiggleness
of
snug hats and mittens
of
visions of children
bustling
about
close
kitchens and
of
papered boxes
then
paper and boxes
bandied
about the living rooms
and
the dining rooms
of
how to recreate
this
happy mayhem.
Actually,
all that is needed
is
a loving heart.
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