Tuesday, December 25, 2007
In an hour my son, daughter-in-law, and
grandson come for the holiday.
The plane is now in the air, heading
west at record speed, I’m sure.
I guess the pilot gave up
or at least delayed
his XMAS for the occasion.
We haven’t seen my son and his
family for a couple of
I don’t expect that they have changed,
though certainly my grandson, not yet
a year and a half, will be into new
The XMAS sun blasts through by
bamboo shades, reminding me
not be somber on this day.
Their plane arrived early so
I stopped writing and went to pick
As soon as we were home from the
airport, my grandson went to the
toy closet and picked up a cup.
I think he was more interested
in a holiday drink than play.
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