This poem was the result...
The snow never falls on my chimney
I cannot hear the bells
Songs of distant carols surround me
Bringing you close to here
Taking a number of forms
Merriment, joy, and childhood toys
They jingle in your smile
Your movements as you knead gingerbread
Always close when you are near
The light from a candle
The eagerness before opening a brightly wrapped present
The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg in the air
The taste of mulled wine
The ringing peals of laughter
Everything you bring with you
Everything which happens when you’re here.
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