We didn’t start with much at all,
two people in love trying to figure it out.
A tiny tree and a handful of ornaments,
but we still made the best of it.
We always have made the best of things,
like making magic beanstalk from a handful of beans,
we make our own fairytales.
Years have gone by and our tree has gotten larger,
there’s so many ornaments now,
each one attached to a special memory or treasured person.
We still steal kisses under the mistletoe,
and never forget to count our blessings.
I always count you first, because you’re the best present I could ever receive.
Love built us a kingdom from a shoebox,
a mountain of joys from a tiny pile of snow.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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