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Waking she goes downstairs with great hope.
And she is not disappointed as the tree is sparkling.
Presents also wake with hope that is great as well.
That house was lovely and with remembrance .
The hope that awaited that child wasn't disappointed.
And that boy filled with promise as he ran to whisper to his brother.
"Wake and breath," said he as he later recalled.
And the mother watched as it unfolded.
She worked two jobs to see the promises made by the father.
And that father who spent paycheck after paycheck on horses.
He was strong at the promise but weak when it came to the track.
With a cigarette in one hand and the slip in the other.
Tomorrow will be different with the smoke and promise.
I will give them Christmas that won't be forgotten.
But The Shadow was to slow coming round that last quarter mile.
And shredding the winning ticket as he read The Shadow the riot act.
I can make it all back and parley it to get that Pokeman figure for Jr.
And Simone will love Ken and the Punk Rock Barbie dressed in black.
Post time for the sixth and he bought his ticket as the horses were at the gate.
At the the final pole he leaped out of his seat and was filled with inspiration.
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2011
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