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Sparkling lights, a makeshift tree,

champagne bubbles tickle as they go down,

too quickly maybe,

before I lose my nerve

 

I hear laughter, effervescent as the wine,

swirling around the man who holds my heart

but hasn't seen it in my eyes

 

Exchange of gifts - thank-you hugs, casual kisses.

One last present offered shyly. No wrapping, no ribbons.

It holds only my hope.

 

Gathering my courage and the man, I kiss him gently.

Green eyes meet storm-gray,

exchanging silent promises. Later.

 

In quiet darkness, two at last alone together.

All distance breached.

 

Hearts given and accepted.

"Merry Christmas, Jon."

Copyright Mareel, 12/24/02

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