December Songtoo poor to sing carolsI could stand by a pinebut not my ownthe lights strung by the moondark testamentto the new Yuleused to live wheree..
The star that misdirectedMerry Christmas dinner this yearthe pavement for a tablemeal in a bagliquid goldno myrrh or frankincenseno sense at allhomele..
the ghost of Christmas PastI spoke to Sylvia yesterdayshe gives her regards to"the peanut crunching crowdshoving in to see them unwrapme hand and foot..
the Candor of lost Ardorlove anticipatesexpectsrejectslove soothessoresopens doorsthen slams them shutbroken hearts abutbuilding walls strongly absurd..
Coldly ToastyChristmas stockingshung with woestuffed with pandemic feelingsfrom head to toeI wear it in my inside-out mindfeels saferwhile suspended w..