Thanksgiving. Just my wife and our only child. Me in a broken down kitchen chair that needs replacing. No turkey, no fire in the fireplace, no extended family.
But thankful, yes thankful. No one shelling our island of peace. No one yelling at us that we should be angry or afraid. Sadness that old unwelcome friend did not even show.
Yes, best thanksgiving ever. Beautiful girls and they are both mine. And I theirs. The food out of this world and mom's studio the coziest spot I can remember. The sound of the acoustic ax. Their voices sublime.
And they sang and I felt, Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
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