Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monstersdon't fit under bedsanymoreand neitherdo we.
Holiday Tableau IITwilight flits acrossthe day, warning way-ward children it istime to scurry home.The sun dips, modest,as the stars twirl inapprehension ofthe moon's arrival.Chimneys softly sighas families gatherby the fireside,where flames dance acrossfresh-adorned twinklelights and in bright eyes.There is a silencein the sugary-cinnamon air thatcalms long-labored nervesand lifts worlds off thetops of shoulders; Homesexude warmth, other-wise unaccounted.This, the holidayglow, romanticizedand yet untarnished.Pour another glassof eggnog and singanother song ofyule tide cheer - I wontbe disenchanted.
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Oh, also: *going.