HazelRah
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- Jul 9, 2015
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A Time For Joy
Coal dust settled on the infant’s still face, falling from the steam mobile above the cot. Klaus stared at her with the purest love of a father for his daughter. His tired, red eyes glistening as he thought of all she had not yet accomplished.
Through the thin windows he heard the mayor ringing his bell.
“Christmas is a time for joy,” he cried.
Yes, Klaus thought, and Boxing Day is a time for funerals.
Coal dust settled on the infant’s still face, falling from the steam mobile above the cot. Klaus stared at her with the purest love of a father for his daughter. His tired, red eyes glistening as he thought of all she had not yet accomplished.
Through the thin windows he heard the mayor ringing his bell.
“Christmas is a time for joy,” he cried.
Yes, Klaus thought, and Boxing Day is a time for funerals.