Sitting on a half-empty plane in Mexico City at 1 am
The Christmas Song is playing quietly on the radio
My sinuses are exploding and my head is throbbing
But somehow the music takes me to another place
Where snow swirls in soft circles around me
Where strings of lights reflect in my eyes
Where the smell of cinnamon warms my soul
Written Friday, December 11, 2015, 1:00am
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