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December 28

I check the gates
I doubletake and wave
my family does the same
as I make my escape
headed back where I came
noting hour long delays
congesting the air space
I pray I return safe
to a sweet Jillibean
I haven't seen for a week
though my returns bittersweet
since I hate to leave my family
as we take off for flight
gliding at such great heights
buildings are sized like mice
I realize my life is finite
my eyes collecting glances
of a youthful beautiful planet
I've taken for granite
as well as the fantoms that inhabit
the landing gear drops
and we coast to a stop
I'm a long lost heart throb
on a walk to lip lock

December 25

Soft snowflakes drip from clouds
and drown on the ground
plus presents abound
all still in bed gowns
sippin cocoa under the mistle toe
to thaw runny noses and toes
while watching holiday shoes
playing Christmas Bingo
my excitement only grows
as Reade opens and unfolds
a pair of new clothes
with classic band logo's
Then Varya opens two
new presents one with shoes
the other with a cell phone
and that she finds quite cool
Mom unwraps some books
and Dad gives some strange looks
because even though he shook
His new assetts he couldn't guess
it was Guitar Hero Aerosmith
as Allie gets Bingo on B6
and another present is picked
Even the dogs are content

December 24

The climax or pinnacle
that is this miracle
night before the spectacle
that's made me so lyrical
it's night of christmas eve
celebrating son of G
it's getting hard to breath
wondering what I'll recieve
but don't doubt my motive
giving is the best part
it's a time for closeness
that warms the heart
more than the bed sheets
I'm underneath
trying hard to fall asleep
so Santa doesn't skip over me
I can hear the reindeer
it's the one time of year
when folks are sincere
with cheer and joy
merry choir boys noise
melts even metal alloys
so drift into dreams voids
and think of the morning

December 21

On the first hour of shopping
we decide whose nice or naughty
by the second hour of shopping
my fingers are frosting
the third hour I'm grabbin'
some must have sunglasses
the fourth hour my wrappin'
is less than fantastic
the fifth hour I panic
from twelve o'clock traffic
the sixth hour is frantic
buying card games like Magic
seventh hour I'm bidding
on a loosely fitting knitting
for the eigth person I'm listing
Jilly's text says she's babysitting
in the ninth hour my baggage
is slightly more than massive
dolls with heads like cabbage
and ten more packages
the eleventh hour I rush
to finish up
I'm feeling kinda flushed
from carrying twelve tons of junk

December 19

After a turbulent flight
on a Delta airline
my nerves spike sky high
and I nearly flatline
as we lurch to a stop
my intestines drop
Allie and I walk through the lot
and meet up with pop
the start of xmas vacation
congratulations you made it
I make small conversation
driving towards our destination
under a pillow of smog
I haven't seen in so long
I can't wait to see mom
Reade, Var, and the dogs
as we slowly draw near
a wave of holiday cheer
sneaks from toes to my ears
it's that time of year
to give and get new gear
to decorate plastic trees
as his birthday draws near
the place to be's with family

December 18

A monotone static
the sound of Lake Placid
or a lost empty planet
or the antonym of panic
it's almost unnerving
how she's silently swerving
towards the curb
I can tell she's hurting
it won't be but a week
so don't freak Jillibean
until then you'll be
in my dreams til 2:19
not sure why then
but be sure to tune in
you sure will be missed
til I get back to kiss
those strawberry lips
but in this instance
I'm on a ship to spend
a merry Christmas with parents
and looking out mid flight
all I see is white
no highlight to describe
on the tiny airline