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In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,

Our excitement just grows without measure.

Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,

As we uncover the grand Christmas treasure.

Christmas lights in a ball, but Dad’s not deterred,

As with a purpose, he heads out the door.

And I spy from the window, for the time has now come,

For Dad to adorn our front porch.

The weather is frigid, I see his breath in the air,

And the sky is the deepest of grey.

The spirit of Christmas can be felt everywhere,

With the promise of snow on the way.

And I watch as my dad makes his plan of attack,

While I sit comfy, cozy inside.

But I know in my heart where I needed to be,

Out there shivering, but right by his side

So I bundle up tight and I head out the door,

Nothing can stand in my way.

And I knew by his smile and his pat on my back,

That he truly was glad that I came.

Now perfectionist Dad always knew what to do,

And for him every light had its place.

So together we stood completing our task,

Precious memories these moments would make.

Under an ominous sky large snowflakes appeared,

And it seemed that the time had just flown.

But we both were determined to finish the job,

Though tired and chilled to the bone.

As the last light was placed, complete darkness prevailed,

We had accomplished our goal just in time.

The smell of Mom’s cooking floated by in the air,

And the feeling of success was sublime.

Now into the house, I run with such joy,

To summon all family to come.

And we stand on the street, as dad plugs in the lights,

Illuminating our world one by one.

For certain it’s Christmas and my heart feels so full,

With the beauty of color and shimmer.

But being with Dad sharing time in the cold

Is forever what I will remember!