Echoes of the Holidays

In the land of eternal summer where it doesn’t snow,

in the midst of shining tinsel and blasting thunder storms,

where at times the soul glances at the miles to home

strangers turn to friends and now to family

under the glow of the Christmas tree

And while we may meet again soon or never

maybe someday in summer or drunk silly in the unforgiving weather

this day will be carried in our hearts, wrapped with a silver bow

and forever will live the memories of December,

of Christmas in the iridescent eternal summer.


© That Girl in the Fray, 2018.  All rights reserved.


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