The Coming of Light
By Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
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Merry Christmas! We had a pretty quiet Christmas Eve day because it was 16 degrees, but given that I know people who can't drive down the street because of ice and other people who have no power, I am not complaining. Paul got me one of those little fireplace space heaters for Chanukah, necessitating that I clear out the corner where I wanted to put it, which meant we had to move several shelves of DVDs out, and that took all morning.
In the afternoon there was an unexpected (to me) Pokemon raid event, so I went to a few gyms and got a shiny Hisuian Avalugg! We ate leftover Swedish meatballs, then spent the evening watching that awesome classic Christmas movie, Die Hard, followed by the end of the third season of Staged, set on Christmas Eve, which is by turns hilarious and bittersweet. Here from various light shows we've seen are Christmas and Chanukah lights:
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