Clouded breaths on frosted walks
Sunshine keeps the Christmas clouds away
Days pass in a haze
Figures walk past with hushed voices
Hot cocoa
Too many hours spent cuddled under a blanket
The warmth keeps me content in my seclusion
I’m relaxed
Mornings become sacred
A time of peace
A time of quiet
I’m happy
Anticipation itches
Gifts are given
The holiday feels more real than it’s been
There are still tears
As we falsify a family for a few hours
I’m distant
I cling to my one life saver
But I’m still happy
It finally falls
Light twinkles against the dusty skies
The cycle works
Friends
Food
Midnight kisses in the back of strange comfortable cars
New friends
Old friends
People who are guilty for not missing you
But It’s a beautiful thing to reflect
Days of introspection become a necessity
You grow accustomed to the feeling
Yet all must good things come to an end
So I will see you again tomorrow
Let's Get AP Lit 
Beautiful poem… I FEEL this poem on such a deep level (and not just in a facetious way). I am struck by how we “falsify a family for a few hours.” I love the shift in mood though. Your imagery brought me back to my serene peace of cuddling with a fuzzy blanket and my pup while reading Harry Potter… only to come back to school and extrovert. #takemeback
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Thank you so much!
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Wow this is some really deep reflection, and I applaud you for not hesitating to write about both the good and bad things that come with the Holidays. Also that line about how Christmas was sunny and not cloudy/snowing was too true… A good Christmas MUST have snow
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This is such an intense reflection I loved it! I appreciate the complexity of the good and the bad because that’s VERY AP lit so I applaud you for addressing that in something other than our timed writing hahaha thank you for sharing this really is an accurate poem I love it
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