As the dates amble, then slouch,
towards the birth of the special child,
who bisects human history -
at least across the Christian world,
I cannot avoid seeing the anonymity
of my family reflected back at me
with the cards we sign and send each other
where we say nothing special
because there is so little left to say.
I am one of many for whom
the siren call of a family Xmas
is a well worn refrain of unwelcome.
I wish my fellow waifs and strays,
and family rejects, an honest joy from obscurity
that they would never expect to find.
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