Christmas Day

The streets emptied by midnight
Inhabited by the holy undead
Presence wrapped
Presents unwelcome memories
Of Christmas past
Rattling its chains
While the glass spheres
Twisted the room
Always with me at the center
All the colors
Set off by fairy lights and
A reindeer made by younger me
Who still laughs beneath that tree

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