Shine
- Theresa Baxter
- Dec 6, 2022
- 1 min read

What is it ‘bout this time of year
That makes our steps feel light
We laugh with spontaneity
Dim auras now shine bright
Mundane tasks we always hate
Are finished with a smile
To even the most diehard scrooge
Wee children do beguile
The cheer we feel is not quite chilled
By freezing toes and fingers
Mulled wine by firelight is drunk
The scent of spices linger
There’s opportunity to say
What in our hearts we’ve held
Petty spats and arguments
Once heated are now quelled
To friends and family afar
Or near as down the street
Plans and visits gladly laid
We make time now to meet
And what I wish and do each year
Is that we find a way
To fill our souls with joy and love
Each and every day
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