Or what normal humans refer to as a cushion.
To cushion the soul a little twinkle light action.
To cushion the tummy
a little murder baking.
To cushion the spirit
(and buoy the laughter)
A little naked giraffe running.
To cushion the story, a host of old and new traditions
including evidence of historical craftiness.
My grandmother painted this Santa
with gold leaf more than 100 years ago.
And when all those things are cushioned,
all that's left is the heart & the head.
With a glimmer of sunshine to ring in the new,
and the promise of a hot pink zipper as a nod to the heart
I give you...
Happy New Year fair bloggy readers :)
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