Okay, so twelve days of Christmas seems
Really long. I think it’s because
The lights and tinsel were out at Target, and dreams
Of sugar plums were moshing on Santa Claus
Themed pop tunes well before
November. Everyone was ready for
Some Christmas whisky because this protracted war
Of a year has delivered some soul beat downs more
Bruising than a Wile E. Coyote gorge plunge.
While I’m ready to say goodbye to the red
And green conifer facsimiles, the 90s grunge
Drummer in my soul shakes his head.
“I feel stupid and contagious,” he sings.
I think today’s the five golden rings.