scars and rushing cars: a quadrille

December streets twinkling
sprinkled earth-based stars,

children giggling
despite knees’ scars,

gold bells singing
with wooden guitars,

sweet smiles brimming
over jovial jars,

30,000 flying,
I watch for afar,

our planet glow-
ing ‘bove hate’s ashen char,

hope, faith, joy fill-
ing Christmas’ delivery car.

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