surrounded by the early Christmas cheer;
People milling around
under the blinking city lights.
I hug myself tight to keep the bite
out of this chilly night air
and lit this
gingerbread-scented candle
I just bought,
hoping to have my own share
of the Christmas cheer.
I let the sweet scent
drown my restless mind
and let it travel me back in time
where Christmases were once made
of simple happy thoughts
and cheery laughter.
As the light slowly went out
I made one more wish from it,
just like whenever I make
a birthday wish,
and that is that the Gingerbread man
won't run away with my share
of the Christmas cheer.
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