THE GHOSTS
OF
CHRISTMAS PAST
continue to rattle their chains...
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| Baby's first Christmas... |
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| 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 |
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| only today/I noticed/my mother wrote /on the back of this:"Karen,poor,pitiful Karen..." |
Christmas/filled with glitter/and teen angst  |
| Santa survived/his music box/long silenced/until that Christmas/my son turned the key/ the music box played... |
