These people bring in peanut brittle
that won a blue ribbon
in a county fair once,
from a recipe
that’s been in the family
that are there oldest grandsons
They bring in poppyseed bread
that their one armed husband
helped them bake.
One of these men
brought me a book
wrapped in christmas wrapping paper,
and had a nice string tied on it.
It was ‘A History Of Western Philosophy’
by Bertrand Russell.
His favorite book,
I had already listened
to the audiobook,
but daydreamed through most of it.
He had recommended it to me back then,
and I had told him
when I was finally done listening to it,
that I needed to go back and read it some day;
because I missed so much of it
daydreaming about a woman–
or imagining winning a fight.
Well here was the book.
He had remembered me saying that 7 months ago,
here it was,
as a gift.
‘They had to custom order that at the bookstore!’
‘Not a single copy in this town!.’
He was smiling.
‘I was afraid it wouldn’t come in time!’
I smiled at him.
‘Must’ve been a Christmas miracle then.’