It’s the week after Christmas, and the house is a mess, Mom and Dad both exhausted from the Christmas duress.Boxes, and wrapping paper, ribbons and strings, Scattered ‘round from the chaos the holidays bring.Dad was sleeping all soundly, feet up in his chair, Mom surveying the damage, hands thrown up in the air.The beds are stripped, and towels gathered, ready to clean,...
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