Cookies in the oven.
Eggnog in that old blue mug
with the logo of the kindergarten.
O mulled wine!
Our very own gingerbread house,
Holding you and me.
Pine needles causing mess,
Candy canes that sit on the strands
Of a real, live Christmas tree,
For you and me.
Despite the all too warm breath of the sun
And stewed apples!
Who could forget?
Someone is baking in the kitchen.
I can smell mince pies,
Like wildfire –
The perfume I wear every December.
Cookies in the oven,
Made by you and me.
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