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Family members crowd around I try to dodge the questions How is school How is dance How is the harp I don't want to talk I just grab some food And run away From the noise The questions The lack of space Or I would But my mom won't let me Even the King of the World The Lord of Lords The one who we celebrate This time of year Came as a baby In a stable ALONE In the middle of Nowhere, Israel (Okay, Bethlehem But still) Can't I just catch a break? No? Oh well. At least there are cookies.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Christmas Parties for Introverts
Family members crowd around I try to dodge the questions How is school How is dance How is the harp I don't want to talk I just grab some food And run away From the noise The questions The lack of space Or I would But my mom won't let me Even the King of the World The Lord of Lords The one who we celebrate This time of year Came as a baby In a stable ALONE In the middle of Nowhere, Israel (Okay, Bethlehem But still) Can't I just catch a break? No? Oh well. At least there are cookies.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
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