Christmas
Curling through the air,
Hopping along at mach speed,
Roving down your youth,
Icarus-like, a collision into stockings,
Smacking lips under mistletoe,
Teeming with joy.
Make believe one more time.
Alleluia, and all that stuff.
Santa and Christ are peering, befuddled and amused.
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