I Distrust December

Hot chocolate sky,

marshmallow clouds disappear

on our hayride through resting fields.

Strobe light snowmen,

deer in headlights

never blink.

The children make infinity signs—

circles on carousels racetracks,

figure-eights on the rink,

but the melting candy cane

dissolving in my drink

is a question mark,

disbelief sneaks up on me,

and the powder in my cup’s

not fairy dust.

Happy thoughts can’t

sail me over the manger,

back home,

or keep away the nails

and necessary cross.

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