i binge on some xmas
movies, all snuggled up
in my chilly basement
with the lights on the tree
blinking softly.
miracle on 34th street.
it's a wonderful life.
elf.
bad santa.
i love them all, know the words.
i want to reach through
the screen and grab
donna reed by the hand
and ask her to marry me.
plant a big fat kiss on her
tender lips,
but i don't because
i'd sprain my nose when
my face would hit the glass.
i want to lasso the moon for her.
have nine children
with her.
i want to carry her across
that mythical threshold.
i adore her.
it's not good to drink while
watching these things.
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I still like my poem about George Bailey. I will have to go find it.
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