365 days of presence

Wake up to the excitement inside of your home.

And tuck me into your pocket and into
your breast and keep me

rooted under the Christmas tree.
An ornament that is hidden in the branches.

A song that sings merrily even after
the gifts are unwrapped and the

lights are taken down from
365 days of waiting for a moment

to arrive and leave the heart
a little less sure of what it was

spending all of the money on.
Then, when everyone goes separate

ways to work and school again,

Pick me up and look at me.


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