New Year's at Oma and Opa's

Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
firewood stacked
on mortared stone

Open the door
light the tree,
chocolate lab—
Abby likes you

Smiling cherubs
laughing away,
smell the love
like bacon frying

smoky

gimme a hug
feels real good;
ride the homemade luge
into fragrant . . .

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