Christmas Eve
I was born with Mary
By my side
With thoughts and lockets
As thoughts get mangled
As Time pulls near
Moments flicker, life-like
Through wine and cheer
Sadness sweeps
The shore of souls,
My shore,
As I recall,
Of the holiday mess hall,
I was born
I was born on Christmas Eve
With a locket
With a locket of Her hair.
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