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the warm wood floor of the living room
our parents’ living room
when it was ours
sits
some place in our heads
my head
and my sister’s head
as she talks to me
long distance from the coast
and dad
our dad
is asking us again
to guess the presents
as he smiles at us
and the tree
rises above us
as we sit on the floor
the warm wood floor
and barely remember
we’re on the telephone
talking
of christmas blessings
