For the Christmas of
my sixteenth year,
I wanted one thing over all else.
It was my most brilliant idea, too.
So much so, I went straight to
the place of my parents work,
and bounding in,
immediately declared that
I wanted a new car for Christmas.
My dad and mom both stopped working,
and looked over at me.
My mom put down her coal shovel.
“Why do you think you deserve a new car?” My mom asked.
“Well, I said, thoughtfully,
“all of my friends have new cars.”
But my mom was clever and
prepared for such an answer.
“If all of your friends
were to jump off a bridge,” she asked,
“No.” I replied.
“All right,” she said.
“But would you for a new car?”
That Christmas morning
I awoke to find a long
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