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The Little Review

Poem for Saturday and Christmas Day

By Shel Silverstein

No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up,
No one’s bakin’ pie,
No one’s lookin’ up to see
A new star in the sky.
No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
No one’s givin’ gifts,
And no one loves a Christmas tree
On March the twenty-fifth.


We woke to Christmas snow, though it flurried for about an hour, then stopped without anything sticking. We had bought stollen a couple of weeks ago from World Market, so we had that for brunch with eggs and veggie sausage, then we went to Great Falls, which did not have a lot of people and did have several ducks, herons, and a pair of squirrels building a nest in a tree. My parents ordered food from Grand Fusion, so we had dinner down their basement and Skyped Daniel, who was having dinner with his girlfriend and her family.


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