A Christmas Morning Spit Shine

tonight i watched the
sky get high

and just like dead man
i am, i climbed up
to meet it,

it’s christmas morning
now all the time,

the anticipation of your
magic, not those the piles of
pills and plastic,

though often diplomatic at the table
i’m more cape and mask
than capable
or sage,

still, can’t let kids think the
cake’s just crumbs
,

or that angel top
our tree’s
a fake.

image: https://pixabay.com/users/monika1607-2963260/

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