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The mistletoe fresh
From the winters grove
Holly verdant
Against the stark white
Of snow
Berries bittersweet
From the cold touch
Of a sparkling night
Stockings breached
By hands that long
And a tree that hums
The songs
Of Christmas past
Your eyes
Twinkling mischief
The reflection
Of your light
And the soothing fire
Of your presence
Warms my hearth
Now hem me into your arms
Kiss my neck
Then my mouth
And take me into
This peaceful night

©Entirety 2015

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