A Christmas Childhood
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Irish (General)Transcript
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a Christmas Childhood by Patrick Taverna My father played the Melo Jin outside our gaze. There are stars in the morning Geest, and they danced to his music across the wild dogs, his Melo Jin cold lens and Collins. As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry, I knew some strange thing had happened outside. In the cow house, my mother made the music of milking the lifes of her stable lamp was a star in the frost off. Bedlam made it tongue go. A water hand screeched in the bog. Mass going feet crunch the way for ice on the potholes. Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel. My child puller picked out the letters on the grey stone and silver. The wonder of Christmas Town loved the winking glacier of a frosty doll. Cassiopeia was overcast, It's hanging, killed. I looked and three wind bushes rode across the horizon. The three wise kings, an old man passing, said, Can't you make a talk? The Melo gin. I hid in the doorway and tightened the belt off my box pleated coach. I nicked six nicks on the door post with my pen knives. Big blade. There was a little one for cutting tobacco, and I was six Christmases of age. My father played the Melo gin, my mother about the cows, and I had a prayer like a white rolls pinned on the Virgin Mary's blows.