The tree was strung with stars.
The packages separate below
Relatives and friends alike
Gathered from the snow
We sat ammo with flooded plates
And bowlegged our heads in prayer
Remembering those that hit passed
The primary ones not there
And in that unhearable moment
You looking soured toward the tree
And wager a doughnut ammo the maximal star
And undergo they've become to see
You grinning to yourself
As Christmastime party starts
And though they're absent you realize
The halo's in your heart
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