The shadow is dark. The leaf is frail.
The shadow is stark. The leaf will wail.

Be gone Dark Shadow: — Leave me be. Set me free.

“The shadow is grabbing me. — It wants to squeeze my stem and all of me. — Nobody is coming to help me…

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Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Our first snow came on Christmas Eve, right on time for our Christmas day playtime.

Our family tradition of meeting on Christmas Eve existed for many years.

The adults would sit at the kitchen table, and talk, while all of us cousins would play.

After the talking was done, and the presents opened, we’d gather at the front door and talk some more.

Looking out the front door, dad said, “It’s snowing, we better leave now if we want to get home safely.”

On the way home the snow was coming down fast and I could hear the tires making a crunching squeaky noise in the snow.

Coming into our house, there were more presents to open.

Christmas morning gave us our best present. Three inches of fresh snow.

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