As memories
Of Christmas fade,
And another year
Nears its
Inevitable end,
My thoughts drift
To New Year’s Eve,
And how nice
It would be
To have someone
To kiss
At midnight.
It has been
Too long
Since I’ve done
Anything other
Than fall asleep,
Well before
The clock strikes
New Year.
At the moment,
My year end plans
Include
Channel surfing,
Eating someting
Bad for me,
And making sure
The pipes don’t freeze.
As luck
Would have it,
Snow Miser
Has decided
To lock Maine
In a deep embrace
And bestow
Upon us,
A long, deep,
Frigid kiss.
This Arctic blast,
Given without
Our consent,
Will leave us trapped
In a subzero state
For over a week.
Back in the old days,
When I had
Much better luck
With love,
A proper kiss,
Shared with
The right set
Of lips,
Could melt
A frozen heart,
And warm
My memories
For months.
Snow Miser’s
Frigid Kiss
Is not the
New Year’s kiss
I had in mind.
But sadly,
It appears to be
My only option…
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