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as dawn approaches the man on the sofa wakes up stockings are empty living room looks like normandy after the invasion crumpled gift wrap everywhere ribbons and bows languishing lazily on the floor the dog sleeping soundly like someone snuck her a bowl of gin the note to santa has disappeared like the fat turkey plopped down on the dining room table, all prettied up for the christmas feast and now everyone is left with today holiday depression ensues the man on the sofa longs to see something joyful, something that says there's more to life than the gray of winter the chill in the wind the loneliness of long silent nights ahead he knows he's old, tired, too disillusioned about the world to make sense of anything anymore he feels that hope is an endangered belief that eludes too many people now in defeat, in resignation, he returns to the ultimate escape... a peaceful, dreamless sleep far from the uncertain present and outside the sun like hope itself - bright and glowing - begins to rise
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
the day after christmas
as dawn approaches the man on the sofa wakes up stockings are empty living room looks like normandy after the invasion crumpled gift wrap everywhere ribbons and bows languishing lazily on the floor the dog sleeping soundly like someone snuck her a bowl of gin the note to santa has disappeared like the fat turkey plopped down on the dining room table, all prettied up for the christmas feast and now everyone is left with today holiday depression ensues the man on the sofa longs to see something joyful, something that says there's more to life than the gray of winter the chill in the wind the loneliness of long silent nights ahead he knows he's old, tired, too disillusioned about the world to make sense of anything anymore he feels that hope is an endangered belief that eludes too many people now in defeat, in resignation, he returns to the ultimate escape... a peaceful, dreamless sleep far from the uncertain present and outside the sun like hope itself - bright and glowing - begins to rise
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vernon-waring
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
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