Tag: December

The glass door is decorated with nose-smudges,tongue-presses, and who-knows-what kinds of fingerprintswhile the Christmas window-clings lie sparkling on the floor. Advent has popped upon the top of me,quick on the heels of a slow-in-coming Autumn,a Thanksgiving whose late appearance leaves me rattling. Our hand-made turkeys still hang on the wall,probable witnesses to the Epiphany this…