Christmas is a time
of specialness, and
many other kinds of -ness
as well. Nostalgia,
though it lacks the suffix,
is definitely one of the
-nessiest, and Christmas
is floating in it
like a bolus of joy
in a memory bowl. And we are right
to find what comfort we can
suspended in thoughts
beyond our control
as the lights glow in
and the bells jangle on
and the happy sweater
revelers crowd on by
every day for a month
every year 'til we die.
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