Just in time
I look at my old house;
Naked walls with
Cracks as wide as my mother's smile
And sunken floor boards like dad's depression from the '90s
Is all that is left from its splendor.
I still remember the sweet smokey smell
From the wood burning in the fireplace
And my spot around Thanksgiving
And trying to catch Santa in the act during Christmas.
With a creek, the doors welcome me
And I know I returned home with a voice whispering;
You're just in time for Christmas
© Franklin J. Stadler
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