our nose is runny. and it's bleeding. yes, very sketchy.
yet ultimately revealing that all it is due to is jack frost
dry cold biting our face off and freezing our toes.
icicles hang off our every word as we barely
trudge through the sludge and snow dirt comboturd.
which is really quite nasty and makes us slip rather fasty
reminding us that the lasty thing that we want is to walk
back outside slip on our booty and slide slide slide.
yes all that we want at this time of year is to hibernate
nicely with a book and ted bear and maybe a good cuddly
friend who also brings beneficials. we will sip peppomint
schnapps sing carols, chirp whistles. build forts out of
blankets and lose track of time. oh wait what's that sound?
oh it's the wine buzzer. time for more wine. so cheers to
more wine and false holiday hopes. we cling to them every year
in hope that we just won't go broke but we do anyway and
what can we say. we love the presents candy stockings
baked cinnamon swirl droppings red and green everywhere
holiday in the air, so, we'll pay it all off by may.