nostalgia

and in all of the glamour
and in all of the hope
it seems like Christmas day
which we truly want rebirth
and in the morning
when we stand so elegantly
full of love in footed pajamas
pious at the crèche
while we watch mom
running through all the rooms
with the assorted baby Jesus
smiles then put on our best
the cleanest and least worn
the dresses and the sweaters
proud for what we want
to go and brace the cold
yet each and every year
we pile in the minivan
middle seat or not
and forget about the ham
still roasting in the pot

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