#christmasevepoem
Christmas past
is always framed
with melancholic gilt
though its broad strokes show
no love held is ever truly lost
Christmas present
as the Polaroid is shook
takes time to reveal itself
best when pressed in the pages
of the whole story
Christmas future’s binary
seems pixel cold, clinical,
bed-ridden fears looming
but, my dears, don’t fret:
we’ll get what we deserve
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC