Tony the Tiger can have his box.
Full of sugar.
I have my own sugar.
Take that, Tony.
Or should I say, Phony the Tiger
Garfield go in a corner and eat your lasagna.
I have a cane.
No I'm not crippled.
There is nothing wrong with my leg.
How dare you say that.
I have a candy cane!
Not to eat with.
No, no.
My plan is much grander than that.

I will use it as a weapon.
See how its so sharp and pointy.
Those who think it is not so sharp and pointy.
Better keep their opinions to themselves.
In other words, keep your mouth shut.
Bow in the presence of the cane.
The great cane.
Held by the great soldier.
Bow in the presence of a being greater than yourself.
Me, **** in Boots.

It goes with my outfit.
Dressed to **** never became more realer.
Than in my case.
Its Christmas Time.
Time for sleighing.
Or slaying, as I would put it.
My cane is worse than my claws.
Santa better go to Pennsylvania to get all the coal
Because he’s going to need it when I’m done.

I did always tend to shy
to the side of life hidden by shadows
guided by mossy, abandoned walls
stacking bricks of one untold story after another to guide this life I lead
and all my favorite people come here
the mad and insane, the villains and vixens
smoking jokes with the jokester
like you want to play a little game
adrenaline ****** riding through the twists and turn of your brain
past the sleeze and the tease that you tucked between your sheets
all the times you denied lust because love looks better dressed
for the rest of the guests in your life
down and around the time you tried to lie just to please
some made up story that made life sound a little easy
say cheese
on roller coasters they always did take ******* pictures
and you chose the perfect spot between what you want us to see
and what you've fooled us all into thinking that you've chosen to be

but what's printed in a picture
is but smoke of what's real
real smiles feelings laughter drift away
when our lips make way to fake a buffet of happiness
its just a rush of blood to your head
to project the ideal scene from your pupils
melt into this pixelated reality like hey it can be real
you just have to believe me
that all this scenery wasn't result of sketching my cutest dreams
but in my head, the cute is starting to get dim
as its drifting further away from this mischievous grin
the cheshire cat was always my best friend, magic
like sleight of hand in a grin, fading in and out and in
this reality can be intriguing, disbelieving, a never ending day dream
like every substance to touch my tongue dancing in my words
to paint the streets and trails under my feet
its the clearest sense of clarity, and indefinite reality of everything that your senses think is a tease
like risk stained lips
sentences laced in ******* of persuasion
bones that guide your latest fantasy to take to dancing
like your entire world lost to the madness of *******
RGB slinging and sleighing everything ticking around this clock
its a melting masterpiece, sinking into the core
but theres more, beating down the door, vibrating the floor
sending the ground to clouds to float on
I bet you never saw that the clouds were but the smoke of every worry we've let go
I always wrote tales laced in gold when it was an overcast flow
when the grass blurs to floating snow, its an oscar winning show
dancing on your chest, coughing out all of the mess
**** it, forget the rest

im always preaching of the same thing
because society has changed our reality to gasping screams
stretching the grasp of sanity to something that seems pleasing
but minds have lost their soul when ghouls take to slashing
the hopes and dreams from the pleas
leaving them to dress the headlines in other countries
like we have to do something if we tell all the people
in new york times san francisco,
we'll leave our impact in a chronicle to find home on a dusty shelf
with every other mistake that betrayed our trust
you see, i've read the books of our history and nothing is really a mystery
its the biggest scheme in the 21st century, hiding our undying hypocrisy
and I went mad in a rhyme because I frequently test time
because I couldn't find sublime in the latest headlines but with each passing day, my reservoir is failing to drought as all these thoughts are racing out

Frolicking with you on white snow
I am a little boy yeah I know
Won’t you come to my house for cocoa

Come sleighing, we’ll go together
Don’t mind the chill of the weather
We’ll get lost in the sky forever

Walking by your side I am shy
Holding of your hand we walk by
Look into my eyes i don’t know why

Starlight, the morning is waning
My love for you is fading
Reflection on white snow is jading

I’ll be waiting

Summers arriving and the grass is growing.
Time is depriving on where we are going
Turn the hour glass. Forget the past. Where were going there’s no turning back.
We just keep driving. You say don’t stop.
I hit the gas and punch the clock.
Leave all your worries and troubles behind. Cause honey I told you all we have is time.
The endless trails of love and passion.
Let’s get lost in this dream and never wake up.
The devils nectar is sleighing and cracking.
Show him sparks, we give him us. Show him hate, we show him lust.
He shouts with anger and fistful rage.
We grab a corner and flip the page
Because our story is oh so fine.
So leave all your worries and troubles behind. Cause honey all we need is time!
You grab the keys, I leave our coats.
Before our lives break from our throats.
We might just make it out alive.
But hours are fast.
We end up here where we started.
Down in our tombs, run out of time.
Back to the past, our love is in fumes.
What I would give to be back with you.

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first.
A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard.
Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window like a cat trying to get in.
Heavy wet snow can be heard plastering itself onto everything.
Lights flickering as if planning on going out.
Snow in the street lights, heavyweight thumping down trees.
Tree limbs crash down on wires, popping sounds and sparks as transformers are taken out.
Cities go dark as power is lost, houses grow cold as the furnaces die down.
Sleep finally wins out till mornings light awakes.
The storm does not abate.
Everything covered in white, an eerie and wonderful state.
Trees coated in snow, winds whipping the limbs around mimicking the haunting of ghosts.
Snow drifts piling high as others places scoured clear and clean.
The snow hammers down and will for hours more.
Smoke in the chimneys, stoking the wood stoves and fireplaces as homes warm back up relying on the old ways to stay warm.
As the storm slowly dies down the soldiers of winter shovels in hand begin to roust about, bringing some semblance of order back to the homestead again.
Kids in the yards warring with white ammunition as school was called off. Snow angels with Frosty dancing around the yard. Sleighing and yelling can be heard out in the fields.
Mom back at home prepares hot chocolate with marshmallow delights for all the frosty nose participants from this winters stormy night.

Start of a new year got snow on the ground,
been a minute since I felt it, its really coming down.
Kids out sleighing, love to see them playing,
looking out the window, not going out just saying.
Coffee cup in my hand, looking out so refreshing,
everything all covered, but upon further inspection.
Twinkle left my eye, I got work to do,
and if it's not me then please tell me who?

Looking out the window and all I see is white,
dreaming about Miami and its not even night.
Picked up the phone got to get a reservation,
all the planes on the ground, ended that conversation.
Walking back forth pushing that shovel in my hand,
made up my mind and I got a new plan.

Called up the store, you got them blowers in stock,
laughed in my ear I wanna hit him with a rock.
So back and forth I walk, then I saw them looking out.
Wife and kids smiling as I do my walk about.

December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul

Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?

Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?

Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?

I bide my time
winter after winter

It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.