poem: the finest Christmas season
i believe the meaning of Christmas
is found between every cup of hot chocolate
and song played on the record player—
with hope stashed between
playing card games in the backseat
and seeing your best friend smile—
alongside colored lights and tacky sweaters,
eating candy canes and peppermint bark,
there is peace found during
moments like these—
i find days with a little more sparkle
and a little less stress
by the side of people
who make me feel my best—
i have never been an optimistic poet,
dark themes are more my cup of tea,
but there is something about this season
that always uplifts me—
i attest
Christmas is finest when spent with those who
help you forget the weight of being alone
and remind you of being loved
without even realizing.
-j.g. edge
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