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My arms plunge free of the frozen earth,
Relief for the chance of a new birth
I rejoice as the transitions begin
Sun imbues my face
I receive it’s grace
I stretch these limbs, effortlessly serene
Years of dirt shake away
My skin renewed this day
The shackles broken now, I am pristine
I will chase these rainbows and sunsets
I’ll race night to her place with no regrets
We’ll worship the Sun and remain sanguine
Ladies and Gentlemen!
What a year this 2020 has been, but I am always grateful for the Christmas Holiday. As a child, I never understood some parents asking children for socks as a Christmas gift until I became an adult. Well, maybe I can’t claim adulthood, but at least the age one usually reaches adulthood. Overnight my socks became a much bigger deal to me since my feet are so often cold, all. the. time. Even in the dead of summer, don’t ask me how, they don’t play by the rules. So this year I am thankful for receiving multiple rounds of those plush, mid-calf socks.
Santa was listening. To everyone else out there, I hope today was a great one.
“He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.”
― Roy L. Smith
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