Christmas Memory

In the deepening twilight,

three walked down each row,

looking for the perfect shape,

breathing in the bright smell of evergreens.

As they ducked between trees,

I saw,

three small bodies,

running after each other,

determined to choose the best Christmas tree.

©annettealaine2015

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