Bundled to the brim and adorned with
popcorn and hot cocoa my kids and I
left the warm of our evening home
to see lights light the streets like night on
Christmas fire. The spectacular feeling
it sparks like childhood and leaping out
to do something silly and free like laughing.
I knew Joey never felt it and Addy didn't
remember it so we went in case they might.
And in case they don't it's just as fine.
So we walked cold blocks to see big homes
in little rows together like friends sharing
silent night and themes in twinkling unison.
And along our rather quiet walk alone us three
I saw a car roll slowly past and at the wheel
a small white-haired woman in glasses all alone
peering up and out her rolled down window to marvel
at our same sight. I couldn't help but notice
the look held on her so silly and free looked
just like the one on the faces of my children
and I imagine--rather, hope--on mine as well.
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