Christmas Eve and then the morn
the dog and I venture out.
Quite snow-less is this season,
yet the silence it abounds.
The roads are mostly empty
and the walking paths the same.
The dog and I in solitude on our outing
with scarcely no one else around.
That's when I think of you
as you may know I think of you a lot.
My muse you are this morning
as the merry Christmas sound
of hushed stillness surrounds.
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