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This Christmas started out just the same 
as all thee other one's I mean mom 
baking her famous fruit cake 
while my two aunt argue back and forth

over my uncle Paulie being late with the turkey again
spending hours on his famous meatball sauce
quite the ritual as everyone does their part 
about midday thee sorting of Christmas lights
 
awaiting aunt sister Mary Agnes to come 
strolling in with a fresh cut tree  
she finds every year at Our lady of Mount Carmel 
faithfully father carmine always picks the wreath 

bringing a bottle of Russo to enhance the mood
but what did i know soon pop rushes to the cellar
retrieving his state of thee art
phonographic record player way before our time 

he would say struggling with the cords of an old RCA 
clutching his 78 record collection of frank Sinatra
Mario Lanza Nat King Cole the Andrew sisters Lawrence welk  
by now i had drifted into stage four of boredom 

when the annual box of ornaments pass by 
being carried by my clumsy brother Anthony 
tangled in the cords of pop's record player again
he chuckles at the busy lad the song began to sound

my Nona and uncle Luigi start arranging the chairs 
making a dance floor Italian pastries are being served 
with long belly laughs forcefully bringing them all to tears 
year after year my aunts began to cry with happiness 

pinching cheeks when everyone stop's what they were doing 
to join in a tarantella dance pop catches me pouting 
he began to sing along chanting his favorite song capturing 
my smile with what's a matter you hey what are gonna say hey 
don't you like a this place hey shut up a your face

Anthony and Yolanda Nicholsen Catholic war veterans

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