Monday, December 24, 2012

christmas, but

Christmas Eve. Twilight is setting in. People are gathering for traditional family Christmas dinners.

I'm painting my nails and having a little wine to postpone the inevitable: dinner with my own family.

Grateful for my family; absolutely. But.

2 comments:

  1. But.
    But thoughts of writing with a different pen.
    But musings on fleeting might-have-beens. So long ago that only echoes remain?

    Merry christmas PianoPoet

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  2. When cherished blog friends stop by, it always brings a smile to my face. May those thoughts and musings always continue!

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