Not So Merrily

NOT SO MERRILY in evening light, the tree not so merrily — its shades shut tight, in revelry, lids beating the coal cache — the portly man, delivering tongues grab and stow curses repeatedly astride of hohoho — his sleigh weighty held back by slick-haired elves stampeding faux-fur falls suffocating — snowfall heaving calving forth a cacophonous sleet-piercing scream an ivory finger placed on pinched lips, ominously tells the wee little sinners to quit impeding the work of her white-bearded spouse, seething and thus competing they run from Mrs. Claus 12/22/2017