The air stands heavy
and thick as mold -
though not nearly so inviting -
as a sweet December
squats rotting Saint Nick
midst a wind-blown snot-dusted ice sculpture called life.
It's Christmastime
for Charlie Brown
as Linus makes love to his blanket
and Lucy mixes cocktails
of Bourbon and Bacon
for Peppermint Patty
and nobody else.
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