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By Jack Joseph Smith

cluttering up the kitchen. My father was still rather new at this kind of runing around, but he enjoyed it because he was an entertainer from the old school, who could warm a tied up heart with his innocence. He would take his big business friends, who knew about the innocence; just like the big farmer down the road, and walk them to his new found neighbors. He was the new distributor who showed great premise living in a world Wurlitzer people placed around him. Not that he didn't belong; there was nothing to be sad about when your farm dreams of the depression were all around you. Anyway taking his business people across the room was but a moment, but going down the road to bring the big farmer back to meet his parents would have been a procedure that took many steps with thought on the way. Everything was being taken away from me and I could feel it passing through their hands in bright colored toys. After awhile the meaning or feeling of the day became very confused and I asked my mother if I could go out and play. She said no because I had my Christmas outfit on and in any event the weather was getting darker. The night was beginning before the sun fell; and my father turned on the lights of the inside and outside Christmas trees and an orangeness filled the room and through the window pains I could see its reflection on the snow. Through the day people had come and gone and now most of the people had went and none were coming. Uncle Jackie had been there most of the day and in his leaving was reminding me on the technique used in knocking a monsterous Joe Poluka blown up bag to the floor and to catch it again on its way up with a good right cross; Keep your thumb outside your hands; he would say. And don't fold your arms when I am talking to you, that's for sissies. So I would

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The father is seen as an old-style entertainer and new Wurlitzer distributor carrying business people across the room, while the child feels Christmas slipping away into adult hands, lights, darkness, and Uncle Jackie's boxing lesson.

Work, class movement, and performance all collapse into one figure here, so the father is both salesman and warmth-maker even while the child experiences the day as something being taken from him. Uncle Jackie's instruction on thumbs, fists, and folded arms gives the holiday evening a hard masculine aftertaste.

Claude

The father is read as 'an entertainer from the old school, who could warm a tied up heart with his innocence', the 'new distributor who showed great premise living in a world Wurlitzer people placed around him'. The boy draws a class distinction in motion: walking 'his big business friends ... across the room was but a moment', but 'going down the road to bring the big farmer back' would have been 'a procedure that took many steps', and he feels his Christmas 'passing through their hands in bright colored toys'. The orange lights of the trees fill the room as the day darkens, and Uncle Jackie's parting boxing lesson sounds the hard masculine note - 'Keep your thumb outside your hands ... don't fold your arms when I am talking to you, that's for sissies'.