328: Winter Holiday

We celebrate

with food that makes our stomachs rumble,

with spices that remind us

of holidays long gone.

Music fills the kitchen

where wine is poured

while the meat roasts and we

snack on gingerbreads and chestnuts

when (we think) nobody is watching.

Later,

we will wrap ourselves in blankets

and sit before the fireplace,

recounting stories

of the year now gone.

But for now

we laugh

and drink our wine

and wait

for the holiday to start.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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