the furnace,
it blows and bangs
and heats our feet
and my belly is full
of Christmas
and turkey
with all the fixings
and my Bean,
she sleeps
secure
in her mother's arms,
blissfully unaware
of what it took
to clutter the ground
round the tree
with gifts small
and large
and silly
but she was worth
every penny
we could scrounge
and now
i can sleep
and slide deep
down
and down
into my own
unaware
merry Christmas,
my Bean,
and don't let
the bedbugs
bite
(and if they do,
you bite them back)
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Merry Christmas season ..
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