seasonal poem

’twas the afternoon before christmas

and all through my head

visions of christmas excitement and also wedding excitement collided perfectly with a NyQuil hangover and perhaps some sort of festive holiday head snot and it’s pouring rain and 80 degrees outside and what is happening to this world and it has not been this hot here since 1863 I think I read and WHAT WILL BECOME OF MIAMI.

danced through my head

did I mention it was happening in my head

So I instead looked at staged pictures

of elf on a shelf

and spent sometime wondering what if I myself

had invented them

because I really should have

also what’s a kerchief

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