Winter break

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Under my Christmas tree you will find  No gifts. No jingling bells. No cards of Christmas joy. Under my Christmas tree you will find Pandora's box unleashed. Sirens upon sirens. Eyes full of tears and anger.  
alarms scream "get up!", muffled grumbles, throws covers winter break is gone   darkened bedroom lit checking messages missed groggy eyes blur screen   time flies, leaving soon
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