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Some names deserve the bottom shelf of the pantry back behind the waffle iron that’s used only once a year. If even.
No baby,
no infant in cloths
wrapped tight against the chill
waiting for shepherds to come and see.
No baby,
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Joining shepherd on the couch in my mind are images of green hills and a guy dressed in English tweeds or American Carhart clothing.
Santa appears at the Woolseys at the beginning of Advent. In the form of vintage Santa postcards.
I began collecting […]
