Seasoned Greetings

There will be no mistletoe

No Charlie Brown

Or twig sized Christmas Trees

To hang stringed popcorn from

Since I’ve lost my appetite

And am quite strung myself

Those mandarins say seedless

They are dry and seeded

To ask not “What did you get?”

What of “What did you give?”

These miserable malls are packed

I’ve no audience for crafts

So long to traditions once attempted

Farewell to scrapbooks

And gifts worth giving

To start something worth continuing

I tried, it did not linger

Still ghosted though

No ribbons and bows

But at least it snowed


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