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THE FARM WIFE MAKES HER CHRISTMAS LIST

Shari Wagner

Give me sisters and brothers with crockpots full

and running over. A bed piled high with coats

and diaper bags. Leaves to extend the kitchen table.

Thick catalogs to booster seat the kids.

A percolator perking thirty cups as we pass

plates of monster cookies and whoopee pies.

Albums with ancestors solid as their barns.

Battered Rook cards we use to shoot the moon

and dominoes branching in every direction.

Paper snowflakes till strings of hearts

replace them. The old piano we can’t afford

to tune, that gives us our pitch when we sing

“Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow,”

the version with echoing alleluias and amens.

Silence washing over us as we wave to the last

car pulling out, side by side like newlyweds.