<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remembering Christmas 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, she never wanted to fly the reindeer<br>Even as many times as she's seen it done<br>It's the Master's schtick-who needs it-<br>The turbulent descent, the wind, the ashes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the tertiary bronchioles-forget it. Besides, <br>It's been years since she's been down a chimney.<br>It's his show. Then, they're expecting him, the old man-<br>Expectation being the essence of the season.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light on the frozen snow is astral.<br>Overshining the meager sheen from the kliegs.<br>It reminds her of something that happened long ago<br>Darned if she could say what it was now, though.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The interview is over-the crew is packing up.<br>Now the plane is loaded, all hands aboard <br>Goodbye, goodbye. The co-pilot signals back<br>Over the tundra taxies the little plane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faster and faster, then off! It turns, bisects the moon<br>Which spills a cornucopia of musical toys: <br>Tom-tom. Tin whistle. Kazoo-on the snow-capped peaks<br>Under polaris, twinkling directly above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Onto the plateaux, onto the ghostly slopes, <br>Into the vallies between crags, the fir-tufted foothills<br>Skidding down icey jags, alongside riverbeds<br>Bearing black, moon-stricken torrents, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coming to rest at her feet. She picks one up, toots<br>Experimentally, watches the plane til the red wing lights fade<br>Unnecessarily long, turns and goes in.<br>Time to go in. Claus will be home soon enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463820" data-title="Remembering Christmas 2 de Morgan Michaels" data-description="No, she never wanted to fly the reindeer Even as many times as she's seen it done It's the Master's schtick-who needs it- The turbulent descent, the wind, the ashes In the tertiary bronchioles-forget it. Besides, It's been years since she's been..."></div> </div> </div>

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