Sweet wind reminds me of home
And reminds ticos of Christmas
Viento navideno they call it.
This sporatic wind is like
the air of our new hair dryer,
that semi-dries the humid air,
And stirs things up and about,
that stay hidden most of the time,
Except now, tossed like a salad,
There's missing the first home snowfall,
but seeing something new each day here...
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