A Christmas story

If I could shoot my
eye out with that thing, I’d just
sit and watch TV.

It’s a wonderful life

Only if you’re not
the one doing the shopping,
cleaning and baking.

Holiday spirit

Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.

See hear taste smell touch

If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.

Clean sweep

My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.

Alone time

I burn candles and
incense. Maintain silence. Find
myself in nothing.

Knitting project

Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.

Because they can

No greater self-love
than a dog licking itself
with satisfaction.

Substitution

Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.

Protection

Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.