Winter Warmth

I love the holiday chaos in the kitchen,
the aroma of freshly baked bread
and green onions,
the melted butter, which flows down
and cures my wounded soul,
the bells of the hand mixer
dancing with the eggs,
the little fingers,
licking the cream from the bowls,
the flour
which snows snows snows
and your laughter, singing:
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