Paper snowflakes drift across the window,
and icicle lights drip from the roof,
splashing white on the gravel yard,
covering it with snow.
Stockings are anxiously whispering of Santa,
but you can hardly hear it
through the patient glow of the luminarias.
Tonight, they flicker
to welcome the Christ-child to their home.
Well, it's December, so I thought I'd start in on the holidays. In case you aren't from the southwest, luminarias are a Christmas tradition. They are brown paper bags with candles inside. You set them up to line the path to your door so that the holy family will find their way to your house, since there was no room in the inn and you want to offer them a place to stay.
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