a heavy garland of sorrow
releases from
my winter-ragged bones
sitting on this ginger-crumb beach,
dipping my sugared toes,
letting the water wreath
around my ankles
icicle clear—it’s here,
on holiday i hibernate,
and marshmallow-float
the weight, and gift,
of all this wonderland
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Handprints, a nose print,
on the frost-filled pane.
A ghost? Of Christmas
past? A loved-one there
looking in at hearth
ablaze and home sweet
home. Golden light on
tinseled tree. Bows in
red and green. Gifts of
winter mirth and love’s
soft-mittened hand in
savored memories.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
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Dashing through the snow
in a one-horse open sleigh…
OK, so I am actually
dashing through the sun
in a 300 horsepower BMW,
but I am still wishing you
all the best and all the brightest
this Christmas
from right here in Arizona xo.