Christmas Memory
I remember the Christmas
we had hamburgers.
No tree. No decorations.
Well, maybe a string of lights.
My tummy resembled
a Christmas turkey,
three days before my daughter was born.
Got a phone call.
Grandma Peters died.
No, we’re not going to the funeral.
Waiting for our Christmas present
to make her entrance
into the world.
We brought her home
in a Christmas stocking.
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