me cookies, i send
him
nuts.
we slap our hands together,
the Christmas
rush
is over.
a wreathe
on the door, a string
of lights
plugged in.
a few cards left
to drop
in the mail,
a friend,
a son.
it's getting easier each
year
to get it all
done.
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