Lights by Jim.

Dear Christmas,

Thank you for carols and candlelit Christmas Eve services. Thank you for tiny lights in front yards and fried chicken. Thank you for track jackets and beanies. Thank you for seven bags of Mega M&Ms and books. Thank you for eggs and cinnamon rolls and bacon. Thank you for pretzels and mustard and wooden trains. Thank you for smiles, both real and faked. Thank you for ham and turkey at one meal and rum cake to follow. Thank you for movies and family. Thank you for friends and for push-ups. Thank you most of all for a baby Savior.

Until next year,

robert

p.s. Don’t think you’re off the hook for the seventy-degree weather. I’m still pissed about that. You better bring some snow next year or I’m switching to Kwanzaa. Consider yourself warned.