Got a birthday card at Christmas: it made me think of Jesus Christ.
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It said, ¡°I love you¡± in small letters. I simply had to read it twice.
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Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell of frost was in the air.
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Pole star hovered in the blackness. I looked again: it wasn¡¯t there.
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People have showered me with presents. While their minds were fixed on other things.
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Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles. Pointy trees and angel wings.
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I am the shadow in your Christmas. I am the corner of your smile.
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Perfunctory in celebration. You offer content but no style.
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That little baby Jesus: he got a birthday card or three.
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Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense. Some penny baubles for his tree.
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Have some time off for good behaviour. Forty days, give or take a few.
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Hey there, sweet baby Jesus: Let¡¯s share a birthday card with you.
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Birthday Card At Chrismas
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Jethro Tull |