The little girl came home to music ringing over the fence from the neighbors backyard. Singing and ringing out songs of Christmas under a veil of stars. One wore a tuxedo and one was a bum. Longhair and gentile playing guitar the other singing and drinking rum. Haggard and ragged the hobo's voice burned warm and sweet, of bars and lamp lights and drinks coming for free. Idunn listened long past her bedtime hidden under her bed. Sleeping, dreaming of bums and sugar plumbs swimming in her head.
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