I am returned from Christmas, which was celebrated this year with
rushthatspeaks,
spatch,
choco_frosh, and my parents. The front steps were icy enough for A Muppet Family Christmas (1987). We opened stockings and exchanged presents or IOUs as needed. I have cider caramels and new socks and Alan Garner's Treacle Walker (2021), which my mother somehow managed to order from England in a year when shipping within the continental U.S. is fraught with disappointment and tears. (I did succeed in obtaining a piece of
elisem's jewelry for one of my husbands and the autobiography of Arthur Anderson for the other.) We had the traditional roast beef followed by the traditional plum pudding alight with the traditional brandy. Listening to Emily Smith's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" reminded me again that theologically-lyrically I have almost a negative affinity for that song and emotionally-musically I am deeply attached to it. I heard it first in the 1935 A Tale of Two Cities. My brother and my niece will be coming over for Boxing Day, as is also traditional, which gives us time to fashion another Paleozoic postcard. Until then, I plan to read with cats.
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- 1: Am I one of those human beings?
- 2: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 3: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 4: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 5: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 6: You are just the fingertips of something
- 7: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 8: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 9: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 10: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
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