Christmas of 1972

WHEN I WAS A KID,
which wasn’t very long ago.
ten years ago to be exact

Christmas morning meant going outside to ride a new bike
or roller skate
or scooter.

I remember the year my neighbor got a basketball hoop
We played until the sun went down.

It’s not the same anymore.

People open gifts and sit inside all day playing on their iPads.
Sigh.

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About Raquella Warrhol

Andy is not my brother, husband, or father.
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