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CHRISTMAS FIRE
Christmas Fire

Christmas Day was rounded by fire.  My brother and I huddled in the dark bedroom, waiting for the sound of fire being kindled by our father in the huge living room hearth we used only during the holidays. When the flames grew strong enough, he called us into that room where gifts shone by firelight.   All day we stayed near the fire, and when day began to fade, we drove down a sandy road to my grandparents' house,  more fire blazing as the sun set over the south Georgia fields.  What better way to remember this kindling than with a small poem

(no need for a large one that scrapes the ceiling

and begs to be noticed) to celebrate the season.

 

CHRISTMAS FIRE

 

---FOR MY BROTHER

End of day

Kindled

Stubble Fields

 

As before dawn

Our father

Struck fire

 

To the hearth

And made

Day begin. ---KSB

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