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12/21/10
Two Christmases
I sojourned, last Christmas, in snow-impastoed northern Wisconsin, Trying, stoically, to hide from the polar-cold gusts That followed me, outdoors, and stole into my tiny cabin, Doing my desperate best to stay layered, Capture and retain the precious warmth my flesh engendered. And to my surprise, I reveled in my adventure, Discovering that the human spirit's most exquisite gifts Come wrapped in natural simplicity.
Four seasons have elapsed since I stayed in Lake Nebagamon, And now, I'm preparing to search for similar grandeur, In southern California's Laguna Beach reaches, Where I'll spend this Christmas communing with you, Linda, And a family I've not yet met, Which I hope will extend, to me, its blessings, Its gifts of happiness, warmth, and acceptance — The same ones nature bestowed on my soul, a year ago.
12/21/10
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