by on April 3, 2011 :: 0 comments

I learned at an early age
What happens to all snowmen,
Why the fake beards

As I sat upon his lap
And took his hard candy.
Now there is only no in my noel.

But I fool them in my
Berry reds and holly greens
Perpetual as prize ribbons

Now New Years breaks with bad breath
While the world awaits with
Its perfect white teeth, I run like a gnome.

editors note:

“Please, I beg you; I will endeavor to keep the Spirits of the Past, the Present and the Future in my heart throughout the year. Only, spare me, spare me.” – Ebeneezer Scrooge

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