know us by name.
he's tall
and robed in regal splendor,
gold buttons
and gold brocade
trim.
a hat no less,
that of a prince.
he knows when we come home,
when we
leave again.
he knows our dog,
our friends,
our late hours.
he knows
our mistakes and misgivings,
he smiles
as he pulls open
the door at 3 am,
he knows our
our stumbles,
letting
strangers in,
but mum's the word
because
Christmas is just around
the bend.
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