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4d
Long ago.
Riding
in the
car,
back seat.
Mom and
Dad
up front.
Long gone
now.
Christmas
season
about.
Cold dark
night.
Heading
home
from a
family
visit.
Christmas
1959.
Age of
seven.
Light
on the
Boston
Hancock
building
flashing
red.
Snow
signaled.
Thrilled­
at the
sight.
Cold crisp
night.
Perhaps
a white
Christmas
awaits.
Homes
covered
in lights
along the
way.
Joy residing
within.
Home,
arrived.
Hot cocoa
marshmallow
topped.
Living room
dim.
Christmas
tree glow.
Fond
memories,
of simpler
times.
When
all seemed
well.
Oh, so
many
years ago.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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