Album is her gift.
Money needs, her player sold.
Couples Christmas blues.
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For the blue haiku, my inspiration was O'Henry's "Gift of The Magi."
Writer's notes. His gift to her was an album. He envisioned the record being played on her blue and gold player. Using the money to purchase a gift for him, she kept the sale of her record player a secret. Their secrets were revealed on Christmas morning.
Christmas Blues - A quote remembered from my college Humanities class, and is the title of a Kenny Neal record, "Blues Ain't Nothing But A Good Man Feeling Bad."
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Comments (8)
Good one!
Good one Babs.
Awww, this was so sweet!
Outstanding, Babs! You’ve captured the true meaning of giving! Well done!
Aw Lovely Babs! Left Love!
Reminds me of the Gift of the Magi! This is my favorite! ❤️
Very nice. The story was a good addition.
Love the story behind the Haiku, even if it makes them sing the blues 💙