A Year Closes on December

angel
A
year
closes on
December
and a solstice
where death has
won, but only the right
of rebirth into the next spring.
The picturesque shroud of flakes
reflects the moon, the miseen-scene
a stately display of sublime pulchritude
that warms cold hearts like hot chocolate
and whips the children into an excitable frenzy
that will only by stayed by the arrival of the fat gnome.
The Grinch has not the slightest chance to steal away the cheer
kindled in the most hardened icicle heart that now drips away into melt.
Krampus, too, shall be barred from interruption of the happiness of the festival.
Merry
Xmas
And a
Happy
   New Year !

*[ WSB ].