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Holiday Collision

My skied-eyed guy comes bounding down the stairs,

whistling Jingle Bells.

Over a steamy mug of mulled cider, he tells me

that he’s going to be Elvis for Halloween,

Can we go to the post office?

Grandma is sending the costume.”

K. Salasin

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Lifelong educator, writer, yoga & yogadance instructor.

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