The Council Put The Lights Up Early As A Treat

A ghost town comes to life,
strings of shining lights spring up along her skeleton,
and the chill of winter is suddenly warm.
Windows are full of wishes,
reflecting your pinched, pink cheeks,
you and your youthful smile can ignore the date,
because it’s been one hell of a year,
and Christmas is in the air,
welcome and wistful.

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