#56

*a Christmas poem*

I'm from blue tarps and duct tape
I'm from secret mountain views, for those who knew to see through the clouds
I'm from filling the bath tub, bracing for the power to go out
I'm from plotting a secret escape to unwrap presents early
I'm from waxy Advent chocolate and colored pencil ornaments
I'm from real wax candlelight at the Silverdale on the Bay hotel
I'm from late night Ramen gifting and letters in the stockings
I'm from both sides of the family and so much, so much talking

I'm from glowstick parties with fake snow falling down
Boldly, I'm from Heaven now,
Wrapped, no swaddled, in love