Christmas

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Today there were rare tiny fragments of majik waiting in nature; gusting warm Winter wind scattering yellow leaves delicately across our green morning damp lawn, the soft needles of a Douglas fir singing the wordless golden sun songs atop my car while I drive through empty holiday streets listening.
Majik in a cheerful voice, a gentle friend's call, a Christmas tree without ornaments and my akwardly wrapped presents ready for laughing curious eager hands.

Merry Christmas o everyone,
Harrison