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The gentle clinking of glass on glass
Christmas baubles in the window
Swinging in the draught.

A cry of "food's on the table!"
And delicious smells wafting by;
Eating as much as I am able.

Little feet stomping up the stairs
"Can I borrow your camera?"
His young voice blares.

He captures the movement and faces
Fingers on black and white keys
And baubles in draughty places.