I'm really milking this season for all it's worth.
Voices rejoin, cheer
carried on their notes to all
who lend loving ears.
Icy wind knocks doors
Twinkling lights provide all warmth
to keep it at bay.
Giant man stalks kids
Doesn't have the same ring to it.
Still, lock your chimneys.
Iridescent strings
bind sparkling, colorful
paper and its gifts.
Crystal-like orbs float
in beds of green beckoning
both kisses and death.
(Prompt by me)
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