Sunday, December 28
All over the country
Grandparents are collapsing
In their chairs. My wife says,
Start the fire? I'll finish
This load of dishes, and we'll
Just read all afternoon?
I say that sounds good to me.
But soon the fire, crackling,
And the dishwasher, running,
And the unspoken glances,
All seem to say that it
Is going to be way too quiet here,
At least until next Christmas.
Scott L. Barton
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