her head thrown back. gazing her sparkling eyes deep. deep into the universe. her hair reaching for the ground. soft whispers in escape from between the thin pink lips.
winter is here. and so is december 13. the cold turns my red hair to white. and freezes my face. making it hard to smile. but the smile is there. beneath the cold face. the frost white on the trees. my wool green mittens turn hard & the pitchfork doesn't help with keeping the fingers warm. but keeping warm isn't my worry. the calves that i love. furry heads flopping ears. wet noses. they steal my heart. & when i flop into the hay with my puppy shasta, and we be still & watch the snow. and watch the calves. me and shasta are happy when we do that.
christmas with hot tea. cold toes. red berries.
christmas with jesus. and children singing.
christmas with family & jelapano poppers.
with skates & water trucks and blinky lights.
christmas with you. & we are blessed. because it all whispers jesus. & jesus is the reason for the season. these pretty gifts & big smiles.
pray for all the sad little girls.
pray for them to be strong.
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