String your garlands
Buy your poinsettias
Hang your stockings with care
Check your lights
Set out the Nativity
Find the Elf
Mail the Greeting Cards
Hang the mistletoe
Pick out your tree
Set the star
Find the angel topper
Hang the ornaments
String the icicles
Flock the windows
Set out the cookies
Wait for Santa to come
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen5 days ago in Fiction
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😊 👍 “Find the elf” - lol!
I still have some things to check off this list! Such a wonderful little poem— made me feel cozy:)
This reminds me that Christmas is a lot of work!!😂 My hubby wants to quit as it is a lot of hauling around for him. Packing and unpacking, putting up and taking down. How can we quit when we have so many grand and great grandchildren? We can't!!❤️
Love this. Reminds me of old Christmas back home.
I wanna dress as Santa just to come and eat the cookies. Lol. Loved your poem!
My favorite time of the year!
Decorating is so fun!
🧡🖤.💙💓❤