The Yule logs burn on the TV

as Xmas music plays on the guitar.

Two logs resemble square-headed

gingerbread men, their faces

made in knots of wood. They are 

frozen in place, with fires grazing

at their open mouths, right before

they could kiss. My man sleeps

on our new couch, after our

noontime Christmas Day kissing.

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