Psalm O
“But you have to give your cousins a present for Christmas!” says Mom.
“But I can’t think of anything,” I whimper.
“You have to!” she retorts.
“But it will undermine the Santa Claus myth,” I attempt.
Her look was sufficient to dissuade further argument.
My mind has kindly repressed memory of what I sent,
Probably the stupidest gifts ever.
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