2004-12-17 - 10:10 p.m.
i woke this morningto a dusting of snow,
a dusting so sparce it could barely be called a snow at all.
It was as if the snow came down to dim the world,
to fade the brialliant colors of the morning to melancholy shades of grey.
That would be fitting.
But not true.
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Somehow, it's wrong that i'm surrounded by Christmas trees.
Everyday- emptier Christmas trees,
their limbs growing bare as each ornament is sold.
Sold to "fulfill their Christmas Destiny."
That's sad.
Sad and Wrong.
Somehow, it's wrong.
It's wrong for good business to be the un-trimming of a Christmas tree,
the slow un-trimming of a tree as the blessed day draws nearer.
It's wrong to be selling Chistmas-
Wrong that i'm selling Happy Christmas-es through barren limbs and empty smiles.
i feel dirty.
