In Honduras
Christmas was a dream.
We spent it with family.
My grandmother cooked all day.
Tamales
Chicken sandwiches.
Tacos
French Fries.
Whatever we needed
My grandmother cooked.
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The family all came together.
Aunts, Uncles, Cousins.
Always
We were short my mother and father.
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I always enjoyed Christmas.
It was the most beautiful season.
The trees.
The desserts.
Everything decorated.
Red and green.
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Well, there is much now
Not the same.
Because of violence and fear.
Last year was a horrible Christmas.
The violence changed everything.
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Now that I am an adult
I must deal with
All the problems.
My sister’s death.
Sadness for my family.
Everything has changed.
Nothing is the same.
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I give thanks to God
For my life
For my daughter
For my family
For loving me.
Mother 12-1-15
My Favorite Christmas
Christmas was a Dream

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