Dad lost his job at the gypsum mine
And when Christmas came we had no money at all.
On Christmas Eve, Dad took each of us kids
out into the desert night
one by one.
I had a blanket around me,
I offered to share it with Dad,
but he said no thanks.
I said next to dad
and we looked up at the sky.
Dad loved to talk about the star.
He taught us to identify the constellations
and how to navigate by the North Star.
Those shining stars were one of the special treats
for people like us.
Rich city folks lived in fancy apartments
but their air was so polluted they couldn’t even see the stars.
We’d have to be out of our minds
to want to trade places.
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