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I remember that feeling
of tightly suppressed squee
once we were home for the holiday,
off school for Christmas.

It would begin in November
after Bonfire Night on the 5th.
The adverts on TV gave us
wish fodder and hope.

Over the years I have
learned not to hope. By the
time I was a teenager there was
disappointment without end.

Yes, so Santa does not exist.
I learned that very young, and my
parents' funds were always
overstretched beyond fun.

Giftmas these days is
just one more normal day.
We hope it does not get too cold
and at home we will stay.

- n



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