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I have a few Christmas’s of the '70’s I can recall - am still traumatized by memories of those awkward butterfly-collared button-up shirts and those ugly sweaters too and all those clothes and socks I didn’t want and the toys I didn’t get enough of. In fact, I think I need to schedule an emergency appointment with my therapist and go tear up some pillows to calm my inner-child and help it to find that happy-safe place again.
Sorry, went on a bit of a tangent there. The poem was actually good. I hope I didn’t give the impression through my above text that I didn’t like. It’s just the Christmas of the '70’s line resurrected some painful thought-buried memories that make me feel vulnerable in a way I don’t like , but that’s nobody’s faul - especially not you, the writer.
keep 'em coming,
N.