Short Contractor Poems

YULETIDE COURIER

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Midnight, and a single squirrel  
with tiny boots and a postal satchel  
scurries across power lines—  
Santa’s freelance contractor,  
paid in acorns and stale fruitcake.  

He leaves a walnut for the widow,  
a pinecone stuffed with stolen glitter,  
and vanishes, tail twitching, 
into the frozen yuletide hush.