Christmas day, no
present for you
and I receive the
same. I will not
complain; I know
what we are.
Regardless, you
have made me proud,
and you keep me
safe even on a
freezing winter day.

The hiss coming
from the kitchen
provides a warm
comfort and is faster
than the Christmas
snow. It falls
slowly this year,
straight down, slow
fat crystals, floating
to the pavement below,
and sticking white.

Everything looks clean
and the streets are
deserted. Quiet, not
even a dog barks, even
they appreciate the
silence. And silence
gives way to your
humming, which makes
all living things glow
warm.

This is what I love
most. Snow and a cold
winter day under the
blankets, so warm
against your breast and
you are young, strong,
and beautiful and I am
a child again.

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