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December 26, 2015 / ldejong4

It’s Christmas and it’s raining

It’s Christmas and it’s raining.

It’s Christmas and it’s raining

and I’m in my room

and you’re in your room,

next to mine

and it’s raining.

Pap is asleep

and Mam is gone to Mass

and it’s raining.

The baby is gone

with Seán and Claire

and Thomas is somewhere,

the cat’s in his bed

and it’s raining.

Granda is gone.

It’s Christmas

and it’s raining.

 
I’m still in bed

looking at faded cat posters

and paint chippings

and low hanging hooks

and it’s Christmas and it’s raining.

And you’re in your room

looking at dusty photos

and porcelain dolls

and birthday cards.

 

It’s Christmas and it’s raining

and I feel big in my room.

Do you feel big in your room?

Come here to me

because it’s Christmas

and it’s raining.

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