after all that
she stepped onto the stage, graceful
as any dancer
white cashmere on black,
tasteful heels, silver pendant
slightly cockeyed, no doubt
still askew from her last
pirouette; slightly breathless,
apologetic, she read
as a flurry of snowflakes
blew in the open door and a
Rabbi wearing a Santa Claus hat rode by
bells ringing, bike lights flashing
Merry Christmas to All.
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