last Xmas

it did not escape me,

that she was the cause,

of your walk in the wilderness that Xmas

 

your child, I, asleep that night

stockings hung, all is calm

all is bright

 

the banality of her,

the cliché of blue eyes,

such a good listener.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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