the Christmas lights down
from around
the window
and stairs,
or just wait it out.
only seven more months to go.
the tree too, a bare
boned affair is still
in the corner,
with presents unwrapped,
below.
it's shredded of every
needle,
every ounce of dignity,
but with the ornaments
and lights
still there.
even the angel you
stuck on top, unlike
you,
is leaning towards staying
another year.
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