santa in shorts

I miss Christmas
she says, tapping her
foot and eating jello
on the front porch.
I miss the carols,
the lights, the smell
of the tree.
we should have two
Christmas's she says.
one in july,
one in December.
don't you think it
would be fun, she
says, scooping out
the skin of stuck jello
from her bowl. it could
work you say.
I can see santa in shorts
right now, like
the mail man
coming up the street.