Brand New Christmas Poem
Everyone else is avoiding death and sadness.
Year after year, it seems…
Our family was stricken one year.
I am 26 this Christmas.
I remember my 24th Christmas.
That ruined the lights, the presents.
Never replacing their presence.
The world is innocent.
We are sad.
But still, we are family.
I’ll be 27 soon.
By then, Christmas will be done.
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