Today, after a morning of writing and coffee, after misleading reports of joy on earth by cable news, after a noontime serving of turkey, stuffing, gravy, and sub-par pie, after at least one phone call to a far-off place, after a mug of hot cocoa and some chocolate chocolate-chip cookies from my yearly treat bag when other prisoners ate all theirs last week, and after watching muted Yule Log footage for too long, I'll climb into my bunk with thoughts as heavy as chains but reminding myself, There's always next year.
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