SOUTH FOR CHRISTMAS

In the past, my Florida relatives counted on me.
There was no snow but mistletoe, white sand,
presents under the tree.
On Christmas Eve, after eating the traditional oyster soup,
we took a walk, as tropical breezes caressed us.
Overnight, Santa came with bounty for all.
It felt like Christmas.
This year, I’ll be there,
only in my imagination.

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The above poem was published in the Holiday Extravaganza issue of The Writer’s Grapevine, a magazine featuring stories, poems, essays, news, and advertisements from TELL-IT-TO-THE-WORLD Marketing. You can subscribe by sending a blank email to:  writersGV+subscribe@groups.io  Click below to hear me recite the poem and sing the song that inspired it, accompanying myself on piano.