On the 12th day of Christmas, my father gave to me…
Twelve Baccarat goblets,
Eleven Whitman poems,
Ten Nureyevs leaping,
Nine Steinbeck sagas,
Eight Wagner operas,
Seven Shakespeare sonnets,
Six Easter bonnets,
Five sym-phon-ies.
Four river rocks,
Three jade plants,
Two leather bags,
And a tale so others like him might be free.
Read more in Laura Hall’s My Dad’s Closet: A daughter’s memoir, coming eventually to a bookstore near you.
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