sparkly bulbs on rooftops,
snowmen bleeding from carrot noses,
trees weighed down by carefully hidden Christmas presents,
stars donning giant costumes and waiting to be discovered, 
scent of freshly baked cakes, 
a starlit evening,
silent celebration, 
slow knocks on wooden doors,
joyous gathering of crumbling souls,
seeking solace in wine bottles,
snatching mistletoe berries, 
smashing them under nimble feet, 
five thousand steps to salvation,
i take one.

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