By B.K.
Date: 2004 Dec 19
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De-frost-ed Xmas

I gave up tinsel when
Aluminum and plastic icicles
Went out of style
Now one thousand points of light
With ribbons and beads
Colorful glass ornaments
Is my wile
On a tall crisp evergreen
And while the logs burn
The frost off our noses
We sit on the hearth
Sipping spicy egg nog
Until it is not sugar plums
But thoughts warmer
Of a snuggle rumble
While hands and kisses
Karaoke and dance
This very bad years
Right out of us