The Thirteen Posts of Christmas: #02

Another year has come and gone.
I don't know if this year has pleased or not,
but time will tell sooner or later.
I did make some noise here and there,
unreality wise.
In real life, though, I'm still stuck
in this tiny doldrum made even more
unspectacular by a little trip to the ER
today. I think I'm fine.
Time will tell about that, too.

I think I let little things get to me--
yeah, the pools and spurts of blood
pouring out of my leg
kinda bum me out a little--
when I really shouldn't.
I think I just need to suck it up.
Suck it up and say, "Okay,
okay, World. You stated your position clearly,
now I'm gonna state mine.
Get in the fucking car! Now!"
Okay, so quoting Stand By Me to the
theoretical world is sorta odd,
but it's the holiday.
It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.


This post goes out to everyone
and no one. It's for those who
say, "More later," and those
who halfway mean it.
It's to the family, the friends,
the young, the old, the X;
it's for the heart I wish you
the best. For my heart,
I wish you the best.

The hell's with the rhyme(?), but anywho. . .

Usually, I'd be up with the pope and
wrapping up gifts and making my chocolate,
peanut butter, oatmeal kickass cookies.

This year, I'll probably tidy it up early,
prop my leg up (a little Christmas varicose mouse
came out to see if Santa had come this morning;
hopefully all the blood is cleaned up by now),
and drift off for another Christmas Eve.

It's Christmas after all.

I hope it has found you all in spirit.
I really hope it has.


I guess this is about the best time to do this, if ever tonight.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodly good night!