Dec 15, 2020
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Winter’s Yule Time
An Acrostic Poem
Windows frosted with transparent coats of morning ice.
Inside our home, we cuddle together as sleeping mice.
Nowhere would I rather be,
Then with my family gathered around a Christmas tree.
Early nights we gather by the yule log fire.
Reminiscing, over the years, discovered and lost desires.
