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Christmas 2020

Santa will come and we will joke.
Wearing our masks, as we are cautious folk.
Husband I will sit around the tree,
Imagining grandchildren, sitting on our knee.
A phone call may come in from Nebraska and Ohio.
Safely sheltered in place, in this land of ice and snow.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020

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Jennifer Proxenos Date: 12/10/2020 8:06:00 AM There is your amazing imagination again, but the phone calls will probably come through. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/10/2020 2:47:00 PM They might try; I will be outside in my studio painting. So will I answer?

Angela Crabtree Date: 12/9/2020 3:36:00 PM Perfect poem for this Christmas :) Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/10/2020 2:48:00 PM Thank you Angela.

Andrea Dietrich Date: 12/9/2020 3:32:00 PM Toss that mask and live your life, Caren. I enjoyed this poem. I just feel sad that many folks do not seem to see what I am seeing. I tutor a kid at my house and go to a gym class where I have people unmasked surrounding me. (supposedly 6 feet apart, but not always). If I get Covid, I get Covid. The earth will not collapse, and if I die, then it was my time to go. Peace for your Xmas season. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 12/10/2020 2:48:00 PM Thank you for a wonderful perspective, Andrea. I appreciate you.