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the cat plays with low-hanging ornaments till one falls on its head. cookies for Santa are gone in the morning -- milk in Dad's mustache... cricket chirping... so cold! so cold! you can stay in my stocking tonight. up close, she smiles, blushes...but I'm not prepared for the mistletoe! I put on my mittens -- watching the children making angels in the snow. none of my gifts can match the joy of the squeaky toy we got for the dog. Return to Main Christmas Haiku Page (C) 12/25/96 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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