Flare (an acrostic poem)

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Flames leapt from the cylinder illuminating the darkness

Leaving Charlene blinded as she stood still among the dancing white flakes

All she could think about in that moment was the story of the little match girl

Realizing that she was going to reprise the main lead role unless there was a Christmas miracle

Every year after, Charlene would leave out a hot toddy and peanut butter cookies because… well they were his favorite

Santa (an acrostic poem)

Slipping past security

Approaching the tree carefully

Never thought a fat guy could be so stealthy

Taking the cookies and beverages

And leaving cheer behind

 

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