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One particular Christmas lengthy ago when we sisters walked to Midnight Mass.
We had been delighted to be out in the snow, in the dark.
Just about every year we would pray that it would snow for Christmas . It pretty seldom did.
So this was specific and It felt fairly magical.
Christmas
Eve – 1968
3 sisters –
exhilarated, excited, eager,
giggling, gabbling, gibbering,
clad in cozy, coats,
warm, winter, woolly hats
furry,
frost – no cost mittens
and wellies, in khaki green-
step out from more than-heated
home
3 sisters –
leave behind,
and do not thoughts,
the atmosphere,
they leave it there
They are out, in the
cold, crisp evening.
Christmas Eve.
Snow stars sparkle
underfoot
crystals, luminescent
in rays of moon.
Soft flakes flutter down,
like dancing angels
melt, on upturned
faces.
They trudge on gradually,
Excellent white beneath,
crunching, crackling
leaving foot-shaped indents
heads held higher ,
they are no cost,
for now.
In the distance –
lights of the church,
draw them onward
the singing of carols
brings some joy
to sisters, sad, souls
they overlook,
for a while
what’s left at property,
at that home.
they uncover their seats.
they are right here for
Midnight Mass
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