a double drazzle for Susan
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S tarlit night, crisp, cold. |
H oofbeats, late at night. |
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Made it, though -- Christmas Eve at home. |
Lonely sound on a special evening. |
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How many years? Seems a lifetime. |
Lonely house lately, don't know why. |
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There's Cochise, Buck, Chubb, even my Sport. |
The boys are here; safe, happy. |
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Tucked in warm stalls; contented nickers. |
But not all of them. |
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D ark room, lit by a banked fire. |
H ow is he? |
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Nobody's here? Awful cold tonight. |
His letters say much, but little. |
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Hope there's hot coffee in the kitchen. |
Nothing to ease a father's cold heart. |
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C an smell Pa's tobacco. |
Why did I buy that book? |
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There's the checkerboard; wonder who's winning? |
He can get it more easily in Boston. |
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Good tree, beautiful. |
I'll just have to mail it -- |
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Bet Joe picked it, made Hoss carry it. |
He probably already owns a copy. |
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Y ep, these presents will fit under the tree. |
Who's downstairs? Warm slippers, robe. |
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One for me? But they didn't know . . . |
Chest tightens, eyes fill. |
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A creak on the stairs -- |
He looks so cold, lonely; shivering, wondering . . . |
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I just had a feeling, son. |
I just had a feeling, son. |
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I 'm warm enough now. |
I see the joy of summertime in his eyes. |
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