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By sweetness Date: 2001 Dec 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.25.16.47.30662]] |
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Christmas lights and ribbon sparky-eyed kids music playing soft and low. My parents older softer with age beaming at their children's children my sister nestling her sweet baby in the glow of the tree her husband smiles and calls her honey for the first time in ages. There are 16 people crowded into my house and I am alone because of you. Who's table do you you sit at? Who's cheek do you kiss when you walk in the door? And are you calling your wife honey, too? |