Seasons
'Twas the season of unenforced bedtimes,
Of baking smells and warm kitchens.
'Twas the season of cousins and uncles,
Of mounds of toys and the tree and lights.
'Twas the season of Santa and colors,
Of warm blankets and hot soup.
And carols.
'Tis the season of all-nighters and coffee,
Of empty dishes in the kitchen sink.
'Tis the season of long distance calls,
Of heaps of books and the terrible monitor.
'Tis the season of mall Santas and sales,
Of responsibility and microwave food.
And carols.


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