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End of Shift (A Christmas Tragedy)

Tears

Trickled

        Down her cheeks

        At the sight of

               The empty stocking,

               The house, unvisited.

                      While, next door, Father Christmas

                      Looked at his watch, zipped up his bag

                     And roared home for breakfast in his Jag.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 29th Nov 2024 16:01

Thank you, Graham. I like the idea of Father Christmas as a sort of superior gig worker. 'Sorry, Santa's on his break'....oh dear.

And thanks to Nigel, Greg, Steve and Yanma.

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 29th Nov 2024 10:03

Alas an allegory of our times! Nice nonet Stephen!

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