I am Christmas
A myriad of honey hues
I am a warm, chocolate hymn
Wafting through the windows at dawn
I am the gentle wind that rattles the cracked blinds
The imperfect whistle of the night
I am an inviting sheet of misty dreams
A land of winged echoes
I am relief
Whisking your worries away
Rocking them to sleep in a safe land.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)