Christmas is coming
Thanksgiving is gone
Both holidays were spent
alone in my home
Surrounded by memories
some old and some older
A time before now
when I was much younger
Watching Dad tackle lights
swearing each time was his last
Mom in the kitchen
flour on her hands
I stand in my memory
wrap it around my chilled heart
Cozy up to the feeling
I always get from the start
Gone they all are now
swallowed by time
Wrap them around me
the memories are mine
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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