Carol

 

Things to purchase, things to clean

Messing up my work routine

Sick of too much information

Choking on my obligations

Life grinds to a screeching halt

Why is Christmas all my fault?

 

Too much hassle, too much greed

Too much turning want to need

Too much phony Yuletide cheer

Too much eggnog, too much beer

Too much whisky, single malt

Why is Christmas all my fault?

 

Weather cold and getting colder

Bones are brittle, getting older

Traffic’s bad throughout the city

’Tis the season for self-pity

Roads are thick with ice and salt

Why is Christmas all my fault?

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

January 2015

 

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