December 4, 2013
It’s the first real coldsnap in a good long while.
And I don’t feel the same way about the holidays anymore.
Old timey memories that aren’t memories at all but rather campaigns
For how it should be, once could have been, if things were nearer to perfect.
But anyway. The holidays now surge through bright and slick
And I wish they only came around a few times in a lifetime, not every year.
You see, we only count things very dear to us when they are very rare.
(Fa la la la laaa, la la la-la.)