Advent’s final days spit
more crickets
than Christmas lights.

My cardigan acts
like pet cats slithering
in and out the kitchen door.

Soon, the cardinals
will pop like blood
on a wedding dress.

Under the spell
of sprouts and rice pudding,
the tree appears real.

We’ll toast
to upside-down raindrops
and camouflage.

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