I miss the carols. The boys’ choir
singing Bach’s Christmas oratorio.
Mom’s collection of wooden nutcrackers.
The fat little angels with their green wings.
Christmas pyramids and Herrnhut paper stars.
Mulled wine at the Christkindl market.
I find Lebkuchen at Aldi,
imported from Germany.
I do not like Lebkuchen.
But they smell of cinnamon, anise,
and home. That winter, we are eating
Lebkuchen well into March.