God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
Gentlewomen’s lament
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God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
God rest ye merry
gentlemen? I don’t see them
lifting a finger!
Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.
Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
White has many shades.
Shadow blue, sunlit gold, grey
of approaching storm.
Summer’s sizzle leaves
me cold. Instead, winter’s white
embrace warms my heart.