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First Christmas away from home,
First Christmas at my new home.
Children’s first Christmas without their ma,
Children’s first Christmas with their new ma.
We have a feast, a humble, Christmas feast
That we will eat this Christmas Eve
And as we sit and pray for peace
And pause for a plenty second,
I wonder who will cut this bird,
This bird that sits on our table.
A bird that once flew in the Colorado air
And echoed its replies in the valleys
I hear a noise, a rumbling near the porch.
At first I stir, and stand at once and
Unbar the door, to lend out a hand
To welcome our turkey carver.
Based upon the Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman series
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