Saturday, December 25, 2010
My Christmas Story
Somehow my parents knew a family as poor
as we once had been.
Visited Christmas afternoon, after my tearing open innumerable gifts, including a tripod-mounted
machine gun which spat out sparks.
While the parents hoisted a few to the coming year,
I played with the boy. He had received two gifts,
toy cars, a blue and a red.
You must be a racer guy and I'm another racer guy who...
ran the script along with sound effects and real crashes.
Minor disagreements followed, but patched up
for the game's sake.
All in all, though, we got along, and when adult
conversation was finally ditched in order for
my parents to leave, I was still charged up from
the action with my new friend.
He tried giving me one of the cars, my choice.
Somehow my parents knew a family as poor
as we once had been.
Visited Christmas afternoon, after my tearing open innumerable gifts, including a tripod-mounted
machine gun which spat out sparks.
While the parents hoisted a few to the coming year,
I played with the boy. He had received two gifts,
toy cars, a blue and a red.
You must be a racer guy and I'm another racer guy who...
ran the script along with sound effects and real crashes.
Minor disagreements followed, but patched up
for the game's sake.
All in all, though, we got along, and when adult
conversation was finally ditched in order for
my parents to leave, I was still charged up from
the action with my new friend.
He tried giving me one of the cars, my choice.
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