Merry Christmas Eve
The apple on the table slid gently down,
no sound,
just a soft curve.
It floats down from high above,
as if it were a moose pulling a gift-laden wagon under the starlight.
Sailing silently through this winter night.
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Skip to contentThe apple on the table slid gently down,
no sound,
just a soft curve.
It floats down from high above,
as if it were a moose pulling a gift-laden wagon under the starlight.
Sailing silently through this winter night.