For year after year
It hung on the door
Of apartment 312
It’s beautiful colours
An open invitation
To any would be thief

In a building where
You couldn’t trust
Your unattended towels
In the communal dryers
The wreath remained on the nail
And never once moved

All through the day
When its owners were at work
It sat unguarded
Maybe it was the message
Or greeting it extended
To the neighbours and the friends
The super’ and the strangers
That passed it in the hall

Today marks the fifth anniversary
We purchased the wreath
And hanging there again
Silently watching over us
Like an old friend
We don’t have to say Merry Christmas
Even though we do

If you want to know what
The Christmas Spirit means to us
Then take a look at the ornament
Hanging on our door
The same one that’ll be there
Year after year

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Inputted and revised © 2020

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12/16/2020

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