Perfectly pink snow-flushed cheeks.
Grandpa on the Flexible Flyer.
Giddy breathlessness; after-dark snowball fights.
Eight cousins, eight hats, scarves, and sixteen sodden socks.
Baby grins from across the room.
Quiet noses lost in new books.
Aunties and Uncles peering into a passed-around box of chocolates.
Scorched backs in front of the fireplace screen.
Twisted and tweaked Slinky tears.
Medium-pile static electricity.
Last night’s grains of rice crackling through a vacuum hose.
Pajamas past noon.
Repeat the sounding joy.
the sound of joy
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