continue to rattle their chains...
|Baby's first Christmas...|
|I loved that Monkey.You threw a penny in his outstretched hands / when the copper of the penny hit a metal disc/his roller skate wheels were activated/I'm not sure it ever really worked|
|only today/I noticed/my mother wrote /on the back of this:"Karen,poor,pitiful Karen..."|
|Santa survived/his music box/long silenced/until that Christmas/my son turned the key/|
the music box played...