A Warm Christmas

It doesn't seem to fit

The garland in the stores

Or the turkey oven mitt

I dress so I don't sweat

Even when the calendar says

That it's time for silver bells

To ring out the old ways

I must admit a jealousy

To all the northern folk

Who get to live in validity

And sweep snow from the sidewalk

But it doesn't compare

To the ease of mobility

That I harness from loose joints

At the sense of the humidity

White winters where I'm living

Are generally from freezer

And the hair that I'm looking for

To pull out with a tweezer

Christmas is greener here

And maybe that's okay

'Cause the Lord didn't have snow

On His own birthday