December 25, 19anyyear
Justin Other Smith
Picture,
if you will.....
a cold, cold morning and misty fog
yellow cat eyes and steaming glog
empty cups and paper torn.....
presents scattered ‘round the horn
...of turkey picked and dressing crumbs
crying children and hungry bums
...Santa sleeping off the jag
and empty sleigh.....
....and an empty bag.
'n to all a good nite.
1 comment:
My favorite Christmas poem...
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