One January Afternoon
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1 min readJan 15, 2017
We tried to free
the Santa statue buried in deep snow.
The neighbors brought in their Christmas decorations
weeks ago.
Ours will have to wait
for a thaw.
We took a fast walk in the cold,
the wind a sharp blade and we
mere dough.
Now I sit blanket-wrapped
hot cocoa in hand
a song from last night plays
in my head.
The sunshine sparkles.