I loved the ebon-walk, past the twinkling houses of Christmas,
talking with my grandson- pointing, pondering, spending time.
Much better than spending cash, the ka-ching’s in kin-register.
With the younger boy, I spent time swinging my arms, like
a gorilla, playing an oculus game. “Follow me…follow me,”
he says, excited to have me follow him in virtual reality.
In a house...
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