a holiday poem

christmas, christmas tree, holidays, peace, love, joy, poetryThe smell of light at the darkest time is the smell of fir.

Of ginger, and clove.

I never knew.

For so long, I didn’t know.

Smells of love can be so dear.

Warm winter wishes to you all!  May this time find you in Love!

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