Morning anticipation,
Awoken with creaky aches and wishes for more slumber time,
Instead, I made coffee
and waited silently
from the view of my chair,
as I knew they would be here – soon.
Candy-cane darling,
Boozy egg nogs in the morning.
Walks taken in the briskest of weather.
My only hopes,
I finish that book,
a mere moment,
a semblance,
of alone time.
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