For Christmas
Day dinner |
We dined with those
dear, |
I'd set aside records |
updated that year. |
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Tell stories of our folks |
who'd set out a plate. |
Oh my how we loved them. |
Their dinners were great. |
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I mentioned far places |
where kinfolk were born. |
Cite towns with strange titles |
abandoned or worn. |
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Cause all of our children |
were hard to impress, |
I'd sit as I pondered |
that day without stress. |
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What clues can be given? |
What hints to remind? |
So we won't be old folks |
our offspring can't find. |
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