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Was it Nick?

November 7, 2014
By Daizalove GOLD, Browns Summit, North Carolina
Daizalove GOLD, Browns Summit, North Carolina
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The smell of ginger and fresh pine sting my nose
As I creep around the corner and hear a Ho, Ho, Ho
Rubber boots squeak on the newly glossed floor
I hear a clicking and a clacking as if knocking on the door

A crumpling paper, a laugh so rare,
The thick smell of cookie dough wafts in the air,
The clash of tin from twinkling ornaments.
The house is silent, all breathing is dormant.
 



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