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Americruiser Last light gives a glimpse of the school bus hulk By the pond, then both darkness and snow fall, The bus leaning into the storm, its door Open, beckoning children home, Christmas Come. I am traveling north for Yuletide, No hearth to greet me, a wife, but no wife. Nog and rocky road fudge bars beckon me. Instead of rum warmth, the quiet snowfall And Noel wind to lean against, the man Of sorrows' birth to welcome. The parties Swirl in my mind like stale wine in a glass. I've been one year too long without Christmas In my own home, my own tradition, ham Baking, English toffee--made myself--nuts Topping cookies, well-chosen gifts for friends Well-chosen, a fresh tree lit with pin lights. My dreams like a child dead before conceived Tap after me on sullen feet, and as I step off the Americruiser, I Wish to hear your Jess squeal when first she sees Her second tree, and wish her squeal were mine.
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