The December Find

got a 4-day break,

an offering of largess,

from the date-keeping gatekeeper.

I am not big on celebrating,

and hate the fake and tinsle.

but the sun is shining, oddly,

so armed with diapers,

a bottle,

and an out of season strawberry,

we ran through the morning.

in the children’s arcade,

among plastic trains, and baloons,

she ate some rice by herself,

and it was then that i saw it.

the phantom ghost,

that hard to see apparition,

that symbolic representation,

in short, my friends,

I DISCOVERED CHRISTMAS.

so best wishes to you all,

dear prosers, prosettos, prosettes,

prosters and prosaños.

may you too have joy,

and warmth in this time,

may you find a holiday as well,

it is always good, after all,

to find an internal festival,

even if it is hard to locate it.

Merry Christmas!