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For my St. Nicholas Friend |
Yuletide Song A woman stands by the sea feeling the spray on her hair, humming jazz melodies under her breath. Twas Yuletide Eve she was feeling alone while the cold, silver moon floated overhead. She sat on the beach pulling chocolate dark from her pocket. Sound caught her breath. She glanced toward the waves only to see a number of mermaids observing her. "Dear Gypsy Woman," one spoke. "Why are you so sad? Be not! For it is Yuletide." To the woman's amazement mermaids began to sing, no, serenade her. Songs old, forgotten, beautiful. Her heart filled with joy and wonder, happy tears spilled. Hours passed and the woman awoke sand in her hair, salty sea on her face. Song filled her heart. The song of the mermaids. |