I don't think santa is coming around
this Christmas eve.
just a feeling.
no socks, no books, no stockings
filled
with little treats.
not a gizmo under the tree.
I might get coal. it's been that kind
of a year.
I've even taken down the mistletoe.
no kissing going on here.
that sled has slipped away.
but i'll set out a slice of pie
and a glass of milk
just in case ole nick
changes his mind.
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