visions of sugar plums

sugarplum

“While visions of sugar-plums danced in [our] heads.
And [ma] in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled [down] for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash…”

And what I saw there
was the Spirit of Life,
clamoring for my attention.

For the next sixty minutes,
and for ~read more~

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