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more of the same
but here we are:
Christmas Eve day—
and once again our house
feels hopeful
full of light and cheer
Sarah Vaughan playing on
the speakers
snow coming down
in buckets outside.
Around ten a.m.
I’m peeling potatoes at the counter
with Mama Alice
and Mom is
basting the turkey in the oven
when I get a text from Lyric:
Heat is out in our building. I know it’s early, but
Grammy and I are headed to your house.
I hope the invite still stands.
Oh shit!
I say, dropping the peeler on the floor.
Mom and Mama Alice
look at one another.
What is it, Junie?
Mom finally asks.
Lyric and her grandma
are on their way over
now.
Well, Junie, it’s a little early.
Of course they are welcome
