A week when the season of light was in evidence on the town common.
No crowds this year; no ceremony, but the lights still glow.
A week when we celebrated the season at home with
cherished ornaments decorating a tree, while an angel
watched over the memories on those branches.
A week when lights dispelled the darkness, and
Christmas mice took up their spot on a shelf.
A week when we discovered frozen Zuppardi’s pizza,
and a dish of broccoli and tiny mozzarella snowballs
against a background of shells sang winter on Cape Cod.