The sight of plum cakes

reminds me of
those carol singing
days. Friends 
getting together, 
door to door
singing, that
vital decision of
who is gonna be
Santa for the day.
Ceramic plates 
decked with slices
of freshly baked 
goodies which awaited
our arrival and not
to forget the fun
sound of maracas.
The onset
of winter brings in 
a surge of nostalgia
and all I know
is that Christmas
for me is more than
just the 25th of December-
it is a part of me 
which I dearly miss.
The stars and lights
on the evergreen conifer
shine as bright
as these memories.

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