The Holiday Hustle
12/26/13
Tis the season to perform the holiday hustle,
The dance of store to store shopping:
To the fluttering beat of wrapping papers’ rustle,
And lyrics of children dashing to Santa’s lap to confide,
In the spotlight of tiny beams of red and green on every tree;
To perform the prance of house to house, hopping
With the throbbing thud of cupid’s arrow under the mistletoe.
To gulp spicy eggnog, permitting the lips to wander free,
To hang crimson felt stockings by a crackling fire
To dodge balls of white like comets of fresh fallen snow.
But, as vixens and bears: sneaking away from the blitz of winter’s side,
Snuggled up in a warm bed to hide,
A nap is the gift which I most desire.
-Nicole Rodriguez
Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2013
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