As we count down the days until Christmas...
we lay track beneath tree, only to move train and track to the cold concrete floor of the basement, where it has a prayer of surviving the holiday season, free from the clutches of baby hands,
we bundle and boldly face the elements, rosy cheeked and wide-eyed,
we lay beneath lights white, turning page after page while fire warms,
we wave a white flag to winter, enticed by afternoons indoors, Christmas pj's and festive dance parties,
we crack open favorite cookbooks, covering counters in flour, sugar and spice, the aromas of Christmas filling our home
we plot and plan, as we prepare gifts of cheer, humming favorite carols
'Tis the season.
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