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..the red cheeks of children,
the scarves and the rush the patches of snow lips in strawberry crush I finish today the tasks of tomorrow I’ll make a new list of TO DO and to borrow more time more time I need it for something perhaps to arrange all these cards on a word string the kitchen in frenzies the turkey asleep the spuds and the pies and the microwave bleep the tree in the corner the cat and the guests and the million dollar last minute request the presents wrapped up the smiles in their eyes the mulled wine smells good (I ‘m having a high!) the sneezing, the coughing the ‘I finished I think’ the sore feet and headache the ‘I need that drink’ my eyes getting heavy my glass gleaming red the sounds bypassing the thoughts in my head as I sit by the fire they should now all agree that mission’s accomplished ...and this is Christmas for me picture taken from the internet
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