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Each December
As long as I keep this close to my heart
Nothing could ever lead it astray.
It leads each piece of pain to pull apart,
To drip down the drain and drift away.
The beauty it brings is hallowed and whole,
With might enough to reach beyond me.
It grants permission to body and soul,
Allowing them both to be set free.
Even in the face of difficult days
It never fails to knock on my door.
Such loyalty continues to amaze;
One could not ask for anything more.
This spirit makes a home here each December.
So blessed am I by its will to remember.
