At Christmas time, each year, to this house
came the Chestnut Girl,
Her pockets full of rich brown nuts
…a once-a-year treasure…
to give away, to share.
Now Christmas has come again,
the time of chestnuts,
sweet and rare.
But the Chestnut Girl
will not come this year, to this house.
For the one who understood—
the gift,
the giver
and the joy—
that special one has gone.
Yet lingering on the crisped winter air,
the image remains:
the Chestnut Girl
with her pockets full of nuts
…the once-a-year treasure…
to give away—to share….
#Friendship #Christmas #ChristmasTreats #ChestnutsandPoetry
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