A Bloody Merry Christmas

Lights adorn the snow-less homes.

Some drip like faux-icicles,

Some like fresh fallen snow

Trickling down the window.

Cacti bejeweled like thorned

Candy canes, as families raid

Every Starbucks, sticking their trained

Noses in chocolate cup warmth.

Dean Martin sings “let it snow”,

Mocking the topless mountains

Encircling this desert island

The undying sun calls home.

Burnt out ciggies ring ‘n tell

The hungry vampires with bells

Like cattle, ready to slaughter

Their plastic cards soon after

With big red grins they coo,

“A bloody Christmas to you!”



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