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THERE’S AN UNFILLED STOCKING BY THE FIREPLACE THE LIGHTS SEEM DIMMER ON THE TREE THERE’S ONE LESS SETTING AT THE TABLE AN EMPTY CHAIR WHERE HE SHOULD BE THERE HE’D JOIN THE LIVELY CONVERSATION BUT THAT WAS LAST YEAR’S CHRISTMAS COLOR THIS ONE BLUE
THERE’S A BED UPSTAIRS WITHOUT A WRINKLE   |