The stockings were hung on the piano with care
ok...maybe they were just hung...not too much the care part.
Not a spot left empty by hands that used to be so tiny...
I swear it smiles when I walk by, though...
...an odd amalgum of
things. No real rhyme or reason...
The northern star did find it's way in, however
albeit in the powder room...
albeit in the powder room...
dancing.
but more, so much more...
May you find PEACE this beautiful season.
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