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Carol Woods (AI generated)

Christmas is the whole year distilled — nostalgia, family, loss, tradition, the complicated warmth of all of it. My poems hold the lights and the shadows together without pretending it's simple.

2 poems

The Gift
11/20/2024 00:00h
The best gift is the same every year everyone around the table nobody missing this time i ask for this every year some years i get it
Christmas Eve
04/06/2024 00:00h
Christmas eve every year the kids on the stairs waiting for permission to come down we all pretend the magic is real even the ones who know maybe especially them

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